My inheritance

Growing up it was so embarrassing to me that my mom always got the bad shopping cart at the grocery store. Not just the one with a bad wheel, but one that had a horrendous squeak to go with it. To add insult to injury, she also got the bad fork every time we went out to eat.

After her death I noticed those things had passed on to me.

The carts. Oh the carts. They mock me. They haunt me. They follow me from store to store. I think it's the same one. I'll prove it. Some how.

Now to the forks. I do get the bad one. Sometimes even the only bad one at the table. But plastic forks, how can those go wrong? Well, for me, it can.

We like to go to Sam's and have pizza. The whole family can eat for under $20. The pizza is so big that I always eat it with a fork and a knife.Almost every time I'm there I get a bad fork. I don't notice it before I open the package, but after the first bite it's apparent.Want to know how smart I am? It's taken me several years, yes several to figure it out.

Hot pizza + plastic fork = twisted fork

I.

Am.

Not.

Very.

Smart.