I barely remember that many details with this one, but I'll try to write as much as I can.
I was at the store with my mom and dad, probably at least one sibling, but I can't remember to be honest. I'm not sure why my dad was there, because he normally wouldn't have gone to the store with us. He hardly ever went grocery shopping.
We were at a less than common grocery store in my hometown, maybe Aldi's...no it was next to Kmart I think, but I can't remember the name. They had a small VHS rental store inside the grocery store.
Oh well, I can't remember the name. We had already filled the cart, checked out, and I was pushing the cart toward the exit door. [Sidenote: I was allowed to push the cart all the time when I went to the store. I think my mom let me just to help keep my occupied and not pulling things off the shelves. I think when I first started I can remember running over her heels from the back enough that she had to constantly remind me not to follow her so closely.] So, as I'm making the pretty slow, pretty simple curve out of the check out line, the inside back wheel seems to be having trouble turning. I'm not sure if it was stuck on some debris, just tight with grime or what, but it's causing the cart to continue turning to the left more and more as I push from the back. Before I know it, as I'm pushing harder and harder to go forward the cart is almost sideways and now pushing from the same angle just tips the cart on its side and over into the floor!
I was horrified. Obviously I had no intention of tipping the cart over. I've never seen anything. Like this since or to this day. The cart was pretty full, not much really shifted. I can remember a container of cottage cheese falling out and cracking open, but it only made a very small mess and was quickly cleaned up. My parents are probably equally surprised as me, and my dad is able to walk over and lift the cart from its side back upright on its wheels again.
I'm assuming my parents realized it was an accident and there wasn't any harsh scolding just a stern reminder to be careful.
That being said, I can remember brig probably 13 or so in Walmart with just my dad. In a somewhat crowded area, I managed to just barely snag a 6 pack of root beer that was stacked. I was moving pretty slowly, so I pretty much watched it in slow motion as I just drag the 6 pack of glass bottles onto the floor. Most of them break and send root beer all over the floor. A Walmart employee was close by and quickly told me not to worry about it as he began to clean it up.
