You have been friends with Maxwell since middle school,and he's always been a ball of sunshine,even with his horrible track record of bad luck.While you were in the store with him getting supplies to cook for something today,you see Max carrying all his groceries rather than using a cart.You looked at him confusedly and asked him,why isn't he using a cart. He waves at you, dropping a carton of eggs,then he smiles widely at you"I hit my feet every time I use one. Besides,my hands work fine."