Did I just get Punk'd?

I ran to the store the other day with Ella while Luke and Aron stayed home. I just had to pick up a few things and probably didn't even really need a cart but somehow Ella talked me into getting one of those car carts. You know what I'm talking about. Those ginormous carts with the car built into it so the kids can drive the car while you're shopping. A good idea in theory, but in reality it's like driving a Hummer down a one way street with parking on both sides. They're impossible to steer and you don't realize how long they are (they're longer than the regular carts). Well, there I was bopping along in the produce when all the sudden, a display of oranges jumped in front of my cart and fell over. Ok, ok, so maybe the oranges didn't "jump out" in front of me and maybe I'm "Mr No Depth Perception" ($5 to the first person who can tell me what that reference is from) but let's just say there I was in the middle of the produce section and there was a bunch of bags of oranges all over. I looked around and no one had seen my mishap so I started to try to pick them up but then I realized that I had broken the board that holds the display case together. I tried to stack them up on the shelf without this precious board but no dice. I ended up going to get the lady in the floral department because Ella kept telling me "Mommy, you need to pick that up. Mommy you should really pick that up." Curse me and my needing to set a good example--I should've just run like the wind. Double curse to me and my bad luck. Although, my luck is nothing compared to my friend, Connie. (Poor Con. 2007's gotta be better).