“Boy Riding a Shopping Cart all Cool”- Stained Glass Window style
Untrammeled- not confined, limited, or restricted
Ex: Oh, what I would give to be 12 years old again with a mind untrammeled by neuroses and niggling concerns about various work and life responsibilities. Nobody is as free (or delusional) as a 12-year-old riding on the back of a shopping cart as if it were a Roman chariot in an attempt to catch the attention of a hot 25-year-old shopper. If only she would take a break from studying the god damn Ezekiel bread ingredients and look in my direction! I mean come on lady, you’re not examining a bacteria culture under a microscope. You’re missing all of these sweet moves, toots. I just popped a wheelie for a second there. If you hadn’t been so busy with the bread, you would have caught that, and we’d probably be making out by the Goya products in the international aisle (consider it our first trip together). Is that seriously what I expected to happen? Man, I was off my rocker. Like seriously, I expected a full-fledged adult to take time out of her weekly grocery trip to…to do what exactly? To kiss a boy on the cusp of puberty? To lock lips with a kid whose most serious relationship up until that point was with his Gameboy? To commit a felony? When she eventually did turn around to look at me, it was because she heard my high-pitched pleading with my mom to get the dinosaur egg oatmeal, since the marshmallows were yummy and I liked eating dinosaur shaped things. I blew it big time.