I've become a cart lady,

not to be confused with a bag lady. I'm not homeless and I certainly have plenty of stuff.  It's the stuff that made me realize that living in this apartment required a change of habits.  My garage and laundry room are both 10 stories down, and, even though I get there riding an elevator, I realized early on that I didn't want to have to make multiple trips to carry baskets of laundry and bags of groceries from the ground level to my apartment. Hence my cart. I bought mine at Kroger's for about $16. I figured that was a good amount to invest to see if the idea even worked. I was concerned about the image problem (will I look like a little old lady with my cart?) until I discovered that almost everyone here has a cart.  It's fun to see the variety of styles, sizes and colors. As I was walking out to my car today with my cart, since I was on the way to the grocery store, a young lady coming in from the garage, carrying two heavy looking bags looked at my cart and said "I have to get one of those." While I was in the laundry room this afternoon a lady about my age came in with her puppy riding on top of the clothes in her cart.  She looked at my cart and said "I need to get a larger cart like yours." Huh, cart envy?  Who knew?