Wipes

I was walking into the local Wally World today and picked up a cart to make my rounds.  There at the cart station was a gal with a child in her arms, with her were two older ladies that were waiting to walk into the store.  They had been there since before I walked through the front door, I don't know how long.  I weaved through them in order to get my cart and then weaved my way back through in order to begin my shopping spree.  The ladies were looking as if their patience was beginning to run thin.  I caught a glimpse of why, the gal with the child was giving her cart a clean to the 3rd degree with the courtesy wipes that are now located at the front of every supermarket. 

Later tonight, after an evening at the park playing with the kids we made our way back in to Wally World in pursuit of some milk for the house.  There again at the carts was a major wipe down taking place. 

I see things like this and wonder how the human race ever made it this far.  How have I lived to the ripe old age of 39 when in that time I have never once wiped down a shopping cart?  And now you all know that I am a terrible father.  I have three kids that go shopping with me all the time and if I just admitted that I have never wiped down a shopping cart, well, I have put them in harms way.  I guess I really don't think about it and fortunately my kids have managed to escape the ravages of the infected shopping cart.  Perhaps if I consider a drippy nosed toddler sitting in the basket, drooling all over the handle I could convince myself of the need to give it a wipe down.  The reality is that I don't think of that.  The shopping cart germ phobia doesn't exist in my life.  Now, the public restroom phobia, that is another story and there is definitely a need for wipes there.