Quick trip to the grocery store.  Looks like all that I’ll need is a basket.

Newspaper.  Into the basket (because I am old).

Bagged Spinach.  Into the basket (don’t worry, the leaves really do disappear within a smoothie).

Bananas.  Into the basket (place on top, don’t bruise the ‘nanas).

Coffee Beans.  Into the basket (my wife wanted yummy coffee and I spy a new flavor…  what a guy, what a trip to the store).

More Smoothie Fixings.  All into the basket (Flax Milk, Greek Yogurt, Frozen Cherries, oh my).

In line, I spot 24 bottles of water.  Those will be great for the Little League team.  I hoist them onto the conveyor belt.

Turn in the basket.  Pay.  Begin to bag the groceries.  Suddenly realize that I don’t have a cart to bring my purchases to the car.  No worries.  I carried it all around the store, so I can certainly carry my goodies to the car.

After all, I am a man, spelled M-A-N.

Lifting my groceries, I remember that I didn’t carry the 24 bottles of water through the store.  They were a last minute edition.  No worries, I can somehow figure out how to fit all of this my into my hands.  I am sure that I can.

After all, I am a man, spelled D-U-M.