Nancy Young wrote:
> I had to laugh, as I was shopping just now, I came upon
> a woman muttering about her cart. I hear 'this isn't my stuff,
> this isn't my cart! I just put my cart right here! and someone
> took it! Oh man, glad it wasn't me. We were just talking about
> that.

LOL. BTDT. I was the "thief" - once. Took the wrong one. Luckily I
realized it after putting only one or two more items in "my" cart. I
also said bad words. I looked around for somebody "muttering", didn't
see anybody, so headed back to where I had left the cart, found mine,
dumped my stuff in it and left the "stolen" cart back there... Whew!!!
>
> On the way out, I was paid back for laughing. I put my cart
> by the rest by the store, it kept rolling no matter how I angled it.
> Finally, it's not going anywhere. As I'm walking to my car with
> 8 bags in 2 hands, I hear it coming for me. Fast.
>
> I turned around and wham! got my hand between the racing cart
> and the front of a gold Mercedes. Bad words. I hurt my pinky.
> What, did they oil the friggin cart wheels this week? I was so mad.
> But, hey, the car didn't get scratched.

You were sorta lucky there - pinkies usually heal by themselves . Had
my car scratched more than once by those "runaways" (and once it was not
even my cart!) <sigh> But my worst moan about carts is the ones that
have that "one wheel" that won't turn, no-way no-how.... Grrrrrr. You
either have to take the damn thing back to the bay and get another one
(but usually there is no other cart in sight) or just put up with it.

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Cheers
Chatty Cathy