The type of day where the left wheel of your personal shopping cart breaks off just after you filled the damned thing with two bags of kitten food and various fruits and vegatables.
That you then have to drag said cart, because no matter how hard you try, you can’t unicycle it and it’s listing too one side because there is no left wheel to keep the cart upright.
The metal axel grinds into the pavement as you pull it behind you. (You didn’t think about pushing it because that would just be insane, and hoisting it aloft great distances? Fuhgeddaboudit.)
There’s no fucking way you can drag this across the carpet in the condo hallway without ripping it up and then guess who’s on the hook paying for new?, so you text for The Boy to come downstairs and help you unload the extremely heavy bags on a different cart and take it upstairs.
And that.
Is the highlight of your day.
The Bloody Doors Off 
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