These shopping carts are different. Please allow yourself some extra room to navigate.

The shopping Kart at Loblaws told me so. I remained skeptical.

Sure, I was bumped on a couple of occasions. But nothing about this Sunday shopping run felt strange, new or even minutely dangerous. Felt like same old, same old to me. What is it about all those bright lights and rows of neat packaging that is instantaneously exhausting? I'm usually better at psyching myself up for such outings. And when all else fails, I can always revert to busting Amy's balls with dumb suggestions or decide to suddenly walk all spastik to embarass her in public. Not today, though. Today was all business. "Oh look, the steak's on special. Was it big or small Ziplock bags that we needed? We should get the Rolo Ice Cream with peanut butter. No, better not."

It's kind of like going to MacDonald's and telling yourself today's the day you're ordering the Fish Filet. Just to be daring, and different.

But you know in your heart you're leaving with a Big Mac.