My sister and I are only three years apart. And we’ve always had major sibling rivalry. It’s always a competition to see who can one-up the other. I was vice president of student council, but she got president. I made varsity water polo my sophomore year, and she made it her freshman year. You get the picture. And probably the growing trend of who always does the one-upping.

It’s a constant back-and-forth, and it was even worse when we were little. Who got the longest turn with the toy, or who deserved more attention from Mom and Dad? I mean, we all know who the cuter one was (_*cough* me *cough*_).

One day, my mom decided it would be a good idea to take us to the grocery store. Yeah, maybe not such a good idea. We were in one of our not-so-rare fights over who got to sit in the cart.

Let me explain. This was not just any old grocery cart. This was a **Harris Teeter** grocery cart. Those of you who are from the North are probably thinking, the girl is _batshit-crazy_, while those of you from the South are probably nodding your heads in approval because you know those carts were the bomb. They had little fake car parts on the the section of the cart that you sit in, with a steering wheel so you could pretend to steer the cart around while your mom was the one actually steering the cart.

Maybe this explains my bad driving habits.

My sister, of course, had already claimed the entire sitting area of the cart even though there were clearly two spots to sit in because, quite frankly, she was being a little douchebag. My legs were probably cramping up from the strenuous walk around the small grocery store, and I was getting more and more annoyed.

Then, my sister made a face at me from behind my mom’s back. Mocking my peasant-like walking status while she hogged the coveted cart seat.

That’s when I snapped.

I swear, I went into some sort of pure rage status and ran as fast as my little legs could carry me to the cart. With my running start, I grabbed the cart’s handle and continued with a push-sprint to the end of the aisle where I gave the cart one last final shove. A shove right into the giant wine display that I didn’t see before.

It was like the beginning of some horrible viral YouTube video. The hundreds of wine bottles hit the floor with a crash, splattering wine and glass all over the grocery store’s floor.

I just kind of stood there for a minute, trying to comprehend what just happened. I burst into tears at that point because that always seems to be the best defense mechanism.

I never figured out what went on between the Harris Teeter management and my mom, but let’s just say I got a long talking-to when I got home that night.

Siblings are terrible, awful and wonderful at the same time. There may be rivalry, but you always push each other to do your very best. They can be both your worst enemy and your best friend. I know my sister and I have strengthened our friendship over the past few years, and I now consider her to be one of my closest friends. She even forgave me for the whole Harris Teeter incident.

At least, I think she did…