I did it!
Yes sir re bob.
The squeaky wheel gets the grease.
This mama of three, got mad and changed the world.
Well in a very minute way anyway.

As you may recall my faithful reader, the events that transpired on the morn of October the 1st in the year of two thousand and seven.

That was the day that my little Simon got transported via ambulance to Maine Medical Center because of a collision with the concrete floor that graces the ground at Half Foods. If you want the dirty little details about that ordeal, you will have to go back into my archive and read. Not a funny story, but lively little details that you don't want to miss.

But today I am proclaiming victory. One feisty mom can make a difference. Every time (seven or more visits) that I have visited Half Foods, since that fateful day, I have inquired about the progress of providing a few carts that fit more than one child. I was nice. I was losing patience on the inside, but it came out more like, "No, no, I understand, these things take time, I'm sure you are doing your best."

Then there was Tuesday, as in two days ago.
Mama was in a mood.
Mama is off her meds.
Mama is not to be messed with.
So it went something like this:

"It has been 4 months, I have provided you with the web address of the company that sources the carts for Hannaford. This is ridiculous, I want the carts, and I want them now." For good measure I threw in this little ditty: "Don't make me mention the "L" word, I'm not that kind of girl".

And I'm not, and we would not have a legal case anyway. Ruben made the cart fall over. I take responsibility for that. I could have chosen to stop shopping there altogether. But being the aspiring June Clever that I am, I try to purchase Organic foods whenever possible, and I'm addicted to their Petit Ecolier ripoffs.

So it seems that bitching and moaning has gotten me somewhere. Becky, a manager from the store called today, yup just 48 hours later, and said she has placed the order. She was the first person there that I felt listened and took the request seriously. It should come as no surprise that Becky is a mother.

Now all of you moms and dad's can enjoy your shiny new WHOLE FOODS carts, arriving sometime in the near future. You can shop with ease and know that you will leave with your WHOLE CHILD fully in tact. I guess I ought to call them by their real name now.

I told Becky that if revenue increases dramatically due to the sudden onslaught of moms of more than one shopping there, that she can just put the proceeds on a gift card, I'll pick it up at the service desk next time I'm there.

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