Here in Ireland, I don’t have a car, so groceries are gathered by dutifully wandering down the hill to the market, wheeled cart in tow. Or wandering further, into city center, to go to the Really Good Market (the English Market) for niche vegetables, fluffy bread, and very nice seafood.
On one recent grocery excursion to the closer shopping center, I gathered an especially lumbering cart full of groceries. And as I started to wheel them home, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye.
A foot. By itself. On the ground.
I kept walking, but curiosity got the best of me, and I turned around to investigate.
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