Once again I found myself apologizing and slinking away, only this time, in my haste, I effected a very graceless exit. I let my concentration slip for a moment and the beast took its revenge by slamming into the automatic door as we left, knocking it off its track right in front of the "cart man" who shot me a withering glance before he banged the door back into its rightful place. I hurried back to my car, thinking evil thoughts toward my cart, and once again wrangled the confused children into their car seats. I parked the demon right back where I found him and bade good luck to any who should be unlucky enough to find him. As I backed away, the "cart man" was heading toward the fiend and a fleeting stab of guilt passed through me for not returning my cart to the front of the store. As he struggled for control of the impish cart, however, I thought to myself, "Take that, you withering glancing man!" As we drove home, Buddha expressed concern for our absent groceries, worried that they would go bad. I told him we weren't going back as I was determined to stick my head in the sand and lick my wounds for a time before I ever went back to Trader Joe's. Next time I'll bring reinforcements in the form of...The Chief.