How many of YOU can say that you've been hit by a runaway motorized grocery cart?
I thought so.
Babycakes was minding her own business and I was making faces in the breakfast food aisle (the boy-child had requested something called "Dinosaur Eggs Oatmeal" which I did not want to been seen buying) when it happened. She was struck in the back by a cart driven by a 100-year-old woman. When she jumped out of harm's way, the motorized cart then rammed directly into our (regular) cart which then hit me full force, threatening to propel us and our Dinosaur Eggs all the way down the aisle.
I grabbed our cart to keep it from hitting me again when I realized that the driver still had her foot (hand? how do those things work?) on the throttle and that it was up to me to keep the rest of the shoppers from sudden death and dismemberment in front of the oatmeal and Cheerios.
So what did I do? I squealed of course. Loudly.
"Make it stop!" I think I said. Babycakes didn't squeal (she doesn't squeal) but calmly and cooly reached over and did something that made the cart stop moving. The 100-year-old driver looked around, re-adjusted her oxygen delivery system and corrective lenses, hit the gas (electricity?) and drove away.
And, in case you're wondering, the Dinosaur Eggs squealed too. Just listen.