Full capacity

What? Doesn't everyone use two buggies when they take four kids to Target to buy stuff to deck the halls?

The lady at the check-out seemed bemused by my situation. Or maybe by my lack of bemusement at my situation.

She asked if I wanted some guys to help me to my car.

Guys. Plural.

She wasn't just offering to have someone help me out to my car. She was offering me a small band of Target team members.

I declined. They seemed busy. We parked close.

I've totally got this.