I may just be a little odd

I visited the ghetto Wal Mart on 9th recently (DON'T JUMP TO CONCLUSIONS I KNOW WHAT GHETTOMARTS LOOK LIKE) looking for materials for another batch of yet again culinary amazingness, and I grabbed a cart. Instantly my mind thought two things. This gum is stale and why am I not wearing a helmet? What was my subconcious telling me? Get a running start and jump into the buggy? (As my floridian friend would call it) After spitting out the gum my mind pondered on one thing. Am I the only one that thinks this?