“Yeah.  God, I hope we don’t get one with a bad wheel.  I always get the bum cart,” Alice complained, pulling on a cart, attempting to dislodge it from a long line of carts.  She grunted as it came free, and quickly pushed it over toward Shane.  “Got a list?”

Shane jumped out of the way as Alice nearly ran over her toes with the cart.  “Yep.”  She dug around in her jeans pocket, coming up with a rumpled piece of paper with Dana’s handwriting on it.

Alice snatched it from her, scanning over it quickly, all the while still pushing the cart and not paying attention to where she was going.  The cart bumped into a display, causing it to teeter.  Shane hastily caught it before it fell and righted it.  Alice looked up from the list. “Whoops, who put that there?”

Shane rolled her eyes.  “What do we get first?”

With a sudden motion, Alice turned the cart to the right, once again nearly mowing Shane down.  “Celery.”

“Celery?” Shane scratched her head.  “I didn’t think anyone actually ate that.”

“Apparently Dana does,” Alice answered, grabbing a bag of it.

The pair sped around the store, picking up more items for Dana.  About halfway through the list, Alice scowled.  “Doesn’t she have anything good on this list?”

“You know Dana.  She’s always eating healthy, with her training and all,” Shane replied, picking up a box from the shelf and studying the back.  Training she no longer needs, Shane thought sadly to herself.

“Well, we’re looking for healthy-type stuff, right?” Alice began, scanning the shelves.

“Yeah,” Shane replied slowly, curious as to where this conversation was leading.

“Take a look at these Cheetos,” Alice demanded, shoving a bag at Shane.  “They’re made with cheese.  That’s healthy, right?” she said diplomatically.

Shane turned the bag over in her hands.  “I guess.”

“Cool.  I knew you’d agree,” Alice answered, grabbing the bag back and tossing it into the cart. 

They cruised down another aisle, stopping so Shane could examine some crackers for herself.  Alice nosily peered into the cart of the woman in front of them.  “Ohh, Shane, look at her cart.  Don’t those cookies look good?”