I'm 33 and refuse to grow up. When leaving the grocery store, I must push my shopping cart towards ludicrous speed, hop on the back and ride to my car. It is against the rules to put my foot down to stop unless there is a 96% chance of me hitting a nice car. Otherwise, I use my body and weight, similar to Sumo techniques to steer through the parking lot.
I often pass children 3 times my junior walking with their parents texting on their blackberries.
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