As I pulled into a parking spot at a major store this afternoon, I sat still listening to the final strains of a song from the great country singer Charlie Robison (if you’re not familiar with Charlie, see post immediately below this one to learn why). In front of me, a lady was finishing the loading of her vehicle. Behind me, right directly in my rear view mirror not more than 30 feet from my car, sat a cart “corral”.
The lady finished, looked around to see if anyone was watching, then pushed the cart right behind the Jeep parked NEXT to her, got in her car, and started it up. I whipped open my door and yelled, “hey, you gonna put that cart back? It goes right there!” pointing to the cart corral.
I got the usual response from lazy pukes like her…a middle finger as she drove away. Oh, btw, she had the same uniform as if she was a store employee. Dark shirt, khaki pants. But no nametag, so I can’t say with 100% certainty that she was an employee of that store.
So, hopefully she’ll read this, know who she is, and understand when I say “right back atchya, bitch.”
3 responses so far ↓
1
ollie
// Aug 16, 2009 at 5:48 am
Who knows; maybe she might have gotten cardiac arrest had she had to move that couple of feet.
2
Lancer
// Aug 16, 2009 at 6:39 am
As far as her cart goes, she’s got the “I’m done with it, let someone else deal with it” syndrome. It’s the same disease that makes a person throw their McDonalds bag out the car window when suppers done. Lazy pukes!
3
Anon
// Aug 16, 2009 at 7:19 pm
Ugh. That is one of my pet peeves. No matter how cold it is or how far I have to walk, I always return the cart to its appropriate place. This woman’s bad “cart”ma will eventually catch up with her. Bet she returns to her car one day to find it smashed by a stray cart.
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