What you need is some decently sized children to put in the cart to act as a counterweight (kids love that shit too; some of my happiest memories as a kid is being allowed to sit in the cart as my mom was shopping, and having her pile up the groceries on top of me until I’m just a head poking out. If she knew how happy that made me, I reckon she would have done it more often.
What you need is some decently sized children to put in the cart to act as a counterweight (kids love that shit too; some of my happiest memories as a kid is being allowed to sit in the cart as my mom was shopping, and having her pile up the groceries on top of me until I’m just a head poking out. If she knew how happy that made me, I reckon she would have done it more often.