Due to circumstances beyond my control, I was at Shop Rite at 7:30 am. I climbed out of my car with a "let's get this over with" attitude in place. One parking line over, there was a well dressed guy, probably in his 40's, with a cart chock full of groceries, standing on the rung of his shopping cart. He was cart-surfing full speed through the parking lot smiling ear to ear. He was going fast enough that his tie was flying over his shoulder and his jacket was flapping in the wind. He leaped off his transport, threw his groceries in the trunk and drove off in a cool looking BMW. I either witnessed someone living life to its fullest, or one crazy sumbitch. Either way, in that one delerious moment, I knew I wanted to be him.
I was wearing sweats, he was wearing a jacket and tie. I was congratulating myself for arriving at the supermarket at 7:30. He was finished grocery shopping already. I was hoping to find a shopping cart with wheels that did not squeak. He was playing soap box derby on his. He appeared just as happy riding a shopping cart as he was driving his high end sports car.
I choose to believe he is very successful, full of adventure and overjoyed to be alive. I choose to believe he's a person who makes the best of every moment of the day. I choose to believe I saw a man so blessed he could not contain his joy.
His enthusiasm lifted my spirits. I didn't do any cart surfing, but I did adjust my grumpy attitude. When I got home I turned on some music and did the housework cha-cha. I am writing this so I keep my mental snap-shot of that carefree human being enjoying a mundane task. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to get back to my kitchen karaoke.
