Life with my OLC

Chortles? It's laughter combined with snorts and coughs and it makes communication completely impossible. I like chortles. They are, of course, unplanned and the resulting merrymaking can create lean-on-someone-to-hold-you-up-from-laughing-so-hard conditions. It can even create chortles in the listeners. Of course the best were in elementary school because, if they happened while someone was drinking milk from those little waxed containers, the laughter could make the milk spurt out the chortlers' noses. Ah the simple joys of youth. 

My latest chortle was caused by my sister Mary when she caught sight of a new purchase standing near my front door. She glanced at it, stopped dead in her tracks, turned to me and said in a slightly accusing tone, “OMG, tell me you did NOT buy an old lady cart? Not when you have moved into a retirement community.  Really???” 

I looked over at my new sparkling bright blue purchase (see below), went into that laugh/snort/cough combo chortle and, after I recovered, was able to answer, “Never thought of it quite that way, but, yep, I guess I did.”

A typical load in my beloved OLC

I love my old lady cart, or OLC as I now call it. I use it anytime I have more than a handful to carry from my car to my apartment. It is perfection. It quickly goes up the few stairs between the parking lot and the elevator, folds down to easily fit in my trunk, stands upright waiting to be unloaded in my unit - so what not to love? My only regret is that I did not buy one years earlier. All the lost opportunities!

Here it is filled with Wesley's things for a sleepover.

Tomorrow I leave for a month in California and I already see its many uses - carting lose stuff from my car into the houses of the many friends where I am staying; the same to my camp site at Yosemite; even better, carting bags of ice from the small camp store to the coolers in my bear lockers (and  now I can carry ice for other family campers as well) – I say it again, what NOT to love?!?!?  

Okay, yes, you see little old ladies walking down a street hauling their stuff in them, and yes, some of them are homeless, but I now see all of them as wise in their ways. For a mere $28 and access to Amazon you too can have a sturdy, washable OLC of your very own. What a deal. So, yes, I have an OLC and am quite proud of myself. You may want to try one. Believe me, once you try it, you'll never  go back to an OLC-free life. That's how great they are.  

Hmmmm, maybe this is a slight exaggeration.