Shopping cart as analogy
Every once in a while, we all get “that” shopping cart. You know, the one with a wheel that doesn’t rotate, or a rattling frame, or the one that steers itself. Never in an empty store. There’s a rule that says it must happen when you are in a crowded WalMart, filled with other weekend drivers. Where the cart’s tendency to randomly turn leaves some senior citizen just seconds away from a fender-bender (not caused by me, I assure you). Now, fill the cart with objects such as leaf rakes and chocolate bunnies, and try to keep a straight face as you weave and dodge through the aisles.
In a better world, we’d have shopping carts that were driven by professionals, and we’d use them much like transit buses. Now, getting on and off at the necessary stops along the way to Consumerville might be tricky, and I’m sure that other shoppers would push their way to the front of the line, and refuse to exit by the doors in the rear, but we’d get used to that, too.
