You know what really frosts my flakes?
People who leave shopping carts in the parking lot.
Not near the cart return.
Not even pretending to make an effort.
Just… abandoned.
Like it ran out of gas halfway to freedom.
You just spent 20 minutes pushing that cart all over the store.
Through every aisle.
Around every display.
But suddenly, the extra 15 steps to the cart corral?
Too much.
So where does it end up?
Parked sideways next to someone else’s car.
Rolling across the lot like it’s got somewhere important to be.
Or worse… wedged up against a bumper like it’s filing a complaint.
And who gets to deal with it?
The next guy trying to park.
Or the poor kid working the lot in 110-degree heat.
Look, this isn’t complicated.
There are giant metal corrals every 30 feet.
They’re not decorative.
You don’t need a map.
You don’t need a committee meeting.
You just need a little common sense.
I had one dipstick tell me he doesn’t put his cart away
because he is creating a job for someone.
Yeah, like the body shop technician who fixes the dings and dents.
I’m Grandpa Grumpy.
And if your cart can find its way across the store…
you can find your way to the cart return.