Cart narcs, our lord and saviour
There’s more to it than laziness. I am fucking lazy and I always return the trolley. You have to be also selfishly unconcerned for the experience of your fellow man.
Agreed. I’m God’s laziest procrastinator yet even in heavy rain I’ll return my cart.
The ultimate litmus test.
Like to the cart corral or to the door?
Either is better than abandoning it in the middle of the lot, as some people do.
My reward centres do not function normally. I am diagnosed with lazy fuck disease (adhd). I will always return it, no excuses.
I know carts are a nuisance and can damage cars but I leave carts where they are anchored or free from being caught in a wind. The reason is that handicap people, even those who get a handicap parking spot, often need something to lean on to reach the front door. My mother was one of them and would drive through the parking lot looking for a stray cart to park next to for something to lean on. Even if it meant walking the entire lot. Also, my local grocery store hires people with learning disabilities to retrieve the carts and it gives them a job that no one else would do and it is something THEY can do. CHARLIE follows people to their cars and will help load the car so he can get the cart. Sometimes I leave a bottle of juice, soda or chips in the cart and I’ll say, “That isn’t mine. You can have it.” and a gleeful toothy grin appears on his face. Now if only I were a dentist.
