Life Sans Car, part 1

Today, more as an experiment than anything else, I took BART to South San Francisco, to go to Costco. Since the Spouse has the car, I unearthed the old laundry/shopping cart we'd used in NYC, which is happily still quite serviceable. Went to Costco, got what I needed, returned. It's pricey--a round trip to South San Francisco is $5.80--but it's not particularly difficult. The people I encountered were somewhat boggled by a middle aged, middle class woman not using a car, particularly at Costco, where I forewent their big shopping carts and used my own. This seemed to confuse the check out people, who kept asking "Is that yours?" while pointing at the shopping cart as if it were some naturally occurring oddity. "Where's your cart?"

And then, once the cart was filled with hamburger and strawberries and canned chicken, I pushed it back past the little nest of townhouses and the Trader Joe's that abut the Costco, and was regarded with some suspicion by the people coming in and out therefrom. Why didn't I have one of Trader Joe's carts? Why bring my own? And what on earth was I doing without a car.

I kinda enjoyed it, actually. Got home, fed the Repulsive Avocado, who is home with hell's own headcold, many strawberries. Soon I must drag the dog. But right now I'm rather enjoying my status as mad middle-aged rebel.