I’m pulling out of the Trader Joe’s parking lot when Rose asks what happened to our shopping cart. “I didn’t see you put it away,” she says.
“I didn’t have to! A nice man was heading into the store, and he took it for me. Wasn’t that kind of him?”
Rose ponders a moment. “Maaaybe,” she says skeptically. “Or maybe he just wanted a way to get your fingerprints.”
Sounds Like a Product I Could Get Behind
Out of the Mouths of Ten-Year-Olds
That Makes Two of Us
I have a feeling some iteration of that site probably does exist