Sometimes you just need an extra set of hands. Or a body who will do the stuff for you when you look sweet. And so it was with me this week. I went to Costco to get one of their baked chickens. And some butter. And then....the unplanned purchase. Some compost and some soil conditioner. It doesn't come in a spray bottle or lotion, like regular conditioner. It comes in 50 lb. bags. Well, okay. I can get those into the mega Costco basket. And I can get those beasts into my car. I happened to have a giant bath towel to throw them on. The man selling SF Chronicle subscriptions in the parking lot asked if I needed help. I said "no, thanks, I've think I've got it" as I used my feet to hold the cart in place without dinging my car, and the rest of me to haul the load. It was a bit of a stretch. I just didn't want to be guilted into buying the Chronicle. I got home and decided I'll deal with the bags of stuff later. And later came and went.