I decided that after my first not-so-hot year at college I'd spend my summer at school, get some classes in and try and better myself.
There's no meal plan, meaning no "swipe your card, here's your food," during the summer. I had to stock up, and fortunately, summer students stay at the apartments, with a full fridge.
The stocking up is tricky, for being the broke-ass college student that I am, I have no car. The nearest store is three miles away, getting into the heart of downtown.
I don't think it needs to be said, but lugging twenty pounds of stuff isn't that bad. But over three miles, in 90 degree weather, 80% humidity...
This was my second trip, I had to have new food, and lots, I wasn't going out anymore than I had to.
I have about a hundred dollars of food, and I can't carry it all back, so I do the only logical thing and steal the shopping cart.
Thirty minutes later, I'm soaked in sweat, and I'm getting my flatmate to help me haul this stupid cart up into our apartment. On the second floor.
It sat there for a few weeks until said flatmate went out shopping for himself. And brought home another cart.
We spent a good part of the summer term trying not to get caught "cart-jousting" in the second floor hallway, and not passing Middle East Studies.
