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Post by WindSister on Aug 2, 2017 15:43:08 GMT -5
Sorry, not sorry, for all the posts today. It's just one of those days. I am between deadlines and my office is already spotless, and I have worked ahead all that I can two months out, so.... Anyway, my coworkers and I discussed this one at lunch today. So which one are you? Cart Returner? Or Cart Deserter? www.craigdacy.com/single-post/2016/09/12/What-Returning-Your-Shopping-Cart-Says-About-YouSure, there are bigger fish to fry in life, but I enjoyed this article anyway.  I am and always have been a returner. Even when I was a nanny and had four kids to care for while I shopped, mind you, so I don't get the whole "I Have kids" theory. I just parked next to or as close to a corral as possible. I get that some with disabilities might not do it, but if we are honest.... most people are capable of it, they just choose not to. One way I combat my annoyance with the cart deserters is pick up a wayward cart and corral it for whoever it was with a little inner prayer that they have a good day. That sounds cheesy to say out loud, but I really do do that... My husband just laughs at me, but now he does it, too. lol (he also cites a little prayer for dead animals on the road like I do now, too, "Sorry, buddy, peace to your soul.") I can't always say an inner prayer, though. I witnessed these two women at a home building store - they were HORRIBLE. They had three carts of stuff and they were my age, maybe even younger with a big huge decked out Truck with all the bling it could possibly have. They literally pushed the carts into the parking lot and took off, one of those carts almost hit a parked car but I stopped it. It was hard to say a little prayer for them... I recall saying out loud, "Rube ass Bitches!!" (and getting a few strange looks for that from others who didn't seem bothered that they did that??). But that's the worse kind of cart-deserters I have seen. I was genuinely appalled by them. Anyway.. okay. I will stop posting all this "deep stuff" now.  |
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Post by hopingforachange on Aug 2, 2017 18:22:54 GMT -5
I'm a cart returner and even help return the lost carts or at least put them on the grass island so they didn't roll into other cars.
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Post by DryCreek on Aug 2, 2017 22:03:41 GMT -5
It used to be a maxim to "Return things in better condition than when you borrowed them." Borrowing someone else's property is a privilege; one could extend that attitude here.
"Kids these days..."
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Post by TMD on Aug 3, 2017 0:44:19 GMT -5
I read this article today on FB.
It may have set me off in Costco where, when standing in line at the checkout, the woman in front of me emptied her cart and LEFT IT DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF THE TILL.
In other words, I had to move her cart FOR HER in order to unload my sundries.
I didn't do it with grace. I huffed. I even had to get the separator and put it between our groceries (isn't it the right thing to do to put it there for the customer behind ones' self?). I dramatically put my stuff on the conveyor. I sent fire-y, narrowed eye looks to THAT woman. I ranted (and quickly recanted, read: deleted), on FB.
The funny part? One of my hashtags was: #ineedajob. Really. This petty little shit isn't worth my energy.
2 hours later I received a job offer.
Because I am a cart returner. I care. Which makes me worthy of a job. ((Okay, I digress. But think I must have admirable qualities that makes me deserving of good things, despite my dramatic reaction to the lazy woman in front of me).))
Cheers to cart returners. Jeers to the others.
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Post by baza on Aug 3, 2017 1:26:49 GMT -5
I'm a cart returner, but not because I am a great caring bloke.
In my jurisdiction you have to put a $1 coin in the slot to free a trolley from the rack, and you can't retrieve your $1 until you lodge the trolley back in the rack.
So, being a re-known cheapskate, I return the trolley to get my $1 coin back.
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Post by petrushka on Aug 3, 2017 1:31:09 GMT -5
What can I say - the people who don't bother returning their shopping cart are running the world at the moment. Much to the
detriment of everybody who is caring and responsible.
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Post by DryCreek on Aug 3, 2017 2:14:08 GMT -5
When I was a young kid, the local "big box" store had a monthly drawing for a new bicycle. The drawing was free - you got a ticket for each cart you brought in from the parking lot. (This was before the idea of cart corrals in the parking lot caught on.)
They never had a problem with carts in the lot, and we learned some good habits. I guarantee they saved money in the deal too.
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Post by WindSister on Aug 3, 2017 9:14:26 GMT -5
I read this article today on FB. It may have set me off in Costco where, when standing in line at the checkout, the woman in front of me emptied her cart and LEFT IT DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF THE TILL. In other words, I had to move her cart FOR HER in order to unload my sundries. I didn't do it with grace. I huffed. I even had to get the separator and put it between our groceries (isn't it the right thing to do to put it there for the customer behind ones' self?). I dramatically put my stuff on the conveyor. I sent fire-y, narrowed eye looks to THAT woman. I ranted (and quickly recanted, read: deleted), on FB. The funny part? One of my hashtags was: #ineedajob. Really. This petty little shit isn't worth my energy. 2 hours later I received a job offer. Because I am a cart returner. I care. Which makes me worthy of a job. ((Okay, I digress. But think I must have admirable qualities that makes me deserving of good things, despite my dramatic reaction to the lazy woman in front of me).)) Cheers to cart returners. Jeers to the others. I love that you shared you Huffed about it -- makes me feel normal because I can quite huffy in those kinds of situations as well and yes, it's common courtesy to put the divider behind you, but more and more you see people put it in front of them and the next order, but not behind. It's a subtle thing I notice, too. I make sure to take care of it for the person behind me as well. Cheers back! |
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Post by WindSister on Aug 3, 2017 9:15:59 GMT -5
When I was a young kid, the local "big box" store had a monthly drawing for a new bicycle. The drawing was free - you got a ticket for each cart you brought in from the parking lot. (This was before the idea of cart corrals in the parking lot caught on.) They never had a problem with carts in the lot, and we learned some good habits. I guarantee they saved money in the deal too. Not sure if you have an Aldi's in your area, but at Aldis you have to insert a quarter to get the cart and the only way to get the quarter back is to return the cart. Amazing what a mere damn 25 cents will do to motivate people to do the right thing. lol |
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Post by WindSister on Aug 3, 2017 9:18:18 GMT -5
I'm a cart returner, but not because I am a great caring bloke. In my jurisdiction you have to put a $1 coin in the slot to free a trolley from the rack, and you can't retrieve your $1 until you lodge the trolley back in the rack. So, being a re-known cheapskate, I return the trolley to get my $1 coin back. haha.. read this after I posted above. A BUCK!!! Phew!!! I bet you'd return it anyway... |
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Post by WindSister on Aug 4, 2017 8:59:34 GMT -5
haha.. read this after I posted above. A BUCK!!! Phew!!! I bet you'd return it anyway... I would support this program in my area! Although I bet those 3 "rude ass bitches" would have left their $3 in the machine. I return my cart for free already. Also, when I arrive, sometimes I grab my cart from the parking lot instead of grabbing one from inside the store. RUBE. Rube ass bitches. A rube is a country bumpkin or an inexperienced, unsophisticated person. But I don't give that term to all country people - I am one after all, and I prefer country life, simple life, over city life. So I give it more to those who possess a certain "attitude" about them. Those women screamed "rube" to me with that big ole truck jacked up, blinged out with dixie flags on the back window, jean short-shorts, tanks, long ass fake nails, big ass hair, smoking as they hurled their carts into the parking lot and took off. Rubes. Also rude. But, yeah, you are probably right, they would've done the same even with the pay system. SO, yes, I am feeling high and mighty today because I return my carts. (kidding) But I enjoyed the conversations here, so thanks! |
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Post by hopingforachange on Aug 4, 2017 9:01:39 GMT -5
I would support this program in my area! Although I bet those 3 "rude ass bitches" would have left their $3 in the machine. I return my cart for free already. Also, when I arrive, sometimes I grab my cart from the parking lot instead of grabbing one from inside the store. RUBE. Rube ass bitches. A rube is a country bumpkin or an inexperienced, unsophisticated person. But I don't give that term to all country people - I am one after all, and I prefer country life, simple life, over city life. So I give it more to those who possess a certain "attitude" about them. Those women screamed "rube" to me with that big ole truck jacked up, blinged out with dixie flags on the back window, jean short-shorts, tanks, long ass fake nails, big ass hair, smoking as they hurled their carts into the parking lot and took off. Rubes. Also rude. But, yeah, you are probably right, they would've done the same even with the pay system. SO, yes, I am feeling high and mighty today because I return my carts. (kidding) But I enjoyed the conversations here, so thanks! I just call them trailer trash. *Not everyone that lives in a trailer is trailer trash. |
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Post by WindSister on Aug 4, 2017 10:58:52 GMT -5
RUBE. Rube ass bitches. A rube is a country bumpkin or an inexperienced, unsophisticated person. But I don't give that term to all country people - I am one after all, and I prefer country life, simple life, over city life. So I give it more to those who possess a certain "attitude" about them. Those women screamed "rube" to me with that big ole truck jacked up, blinged out with dixie flags on the back window, jean short-shorts, tanks, long ass fake nails, big ass hair, smoking as they hurled their carts into the parking lot and took off. Rubes. Also rude. But, yeah, you are probably right, they would've done the same even with the pay system. SO, yes, I am feeling high and mighty today because I return my carts. (kidding) But I enjoyed the conversations here, so thanks! Ha! The tiny dixie town I grew up in got its name from a D-B dyslexic fuck-up. The founder had named his son Arad Thompson. So he named the town after his son, only when the paperwork was filed in Montgomery, it went down as "Arab, AL" and the name stuck, despite all the geographic/ethnic confusion. So I'm dearly sorry for dyslexifying your 3 rubes. It's in my blood, I guess. Also, despite my 38 years in Dixie, I've never come across that word. I'm definitely adding it to my arsenal! Thanks WindSister ! Now I feel guilty adding to your arsenal. I am not always cruel, just when people piss me off. lol |
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Post by greatcoastal on Aug 6, 2017 15:47:52 GMT -5
It used to be a maxim to "Return things in better condition than when you borrowed them." Borrowing someone else's property is a privilege; one could extend that attitude here. "Kids these days..." "Kids these days..." and/or "Adults these days..." |
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Post by greatcoastal on Aug 6, 2017 16:08:26 GMT -5
I too am guilty of letting this bother me way more than it should. The one that really "gets me" is seeing these "ladies" in their late 30's early 40's wearing their yoga pants/spandex/sports bra they park as close to the front door as possible. Normally they are right next to, or one spot away from the cart return. What do they do?
They leave their cart in the parking lot, but they make sure it's not going to roll into "their" Lexus SUV!
My kids where raised to always bring in an extra cart. That's an example I always set for them. Also to put away 4 or 5 other carts in the parking lot. Especially when they where wearing their scout uniforms.
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