There are some of you out there that really can’t return the cart. Maybe it’s your own mobility issues; maybe it’s children, animals, or something else that you can’t leave unattended in the vehicle; maybe you just ran out of spoons picking up your medical supplies; whatever reason–I got chu, fam.
When I turn around to return my cart, I always look for stragglers and bring them back. I’m forever alone, but healthy, so getting carts back to their “home” is the least I can do.
Feeling powerless and useless and shitty and need to do something to make the world a more positive place, no matter how tiny. I cast big squishy trans pride silicone six sided dice and gave them away at a board game convention and the happiness that brought some people is one of the things keeping me alive tbh, more literally than most people would like to know about.
There are some of you out there that really can’t return the cart. Maybe it’s your own mobility issues; maybe it’s children, animals, or something else that you can’t leave unattended in the vehicle; maybe you just ran out of spoons picking up your medical supplies; whatever reason–I got chu, fam.
When I turn around to return my cart, I always look for stragglers and bring them back. I’m forever alone, but healthy, so getting carts back to their “home” is the least I can do.
“We do what small things we can” gang
“A rising tide raises all ships” has become my mantra as I try to do small things for others and for my community
Really, really, really small
Better than nothing 🤷♀️
Feeling powerless and useless and shitty and need to do something to make the world a more positive place, no matter how tiny. I cast big squishy trans pride silicone six sided dice and gave them away at a board game convention and the happiness that brought some people is one of the things keeping me alive tbh, more literally than most people would like to know about.