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I'm kinda anti-cart to begin with. When I go shopping, I'm the fool juggling items in her hands as she walks around. Or I use a basket. I hate carts. I hate pushing them around people, and cornering aisles. Damn carts feel like a nuisance to my power-shopping methods.
But, if I do use a cart, the last place I want to lug it is into a big ass parking lot. I'll grab the bags and put that cart back in line with the rest before I go out with the damn thing! Pfft.
I work at a home deco store, and we don't have those cart recepticle-things in the lot. So we go out and pick them up I'd say every 2 hours or so, depending on how busy we are. I don't mind it unless its winter. Damn frozen carts, trying to push those things in slippery snow is a dangerous business.
The store's lot is rather sloped, so carts roll all around, without the aid of wind. Some people let them slam into other cars carelessly, and others push the carts onto the grassy islands, where they get stuck.
<sarcasm>super duper fun to get those carts out of mud!</sarcasm>
Even with all I've said, I'm not passionate about the topic. Its not a pet peeve of mine. In fact, unless I'm hauling carts at work, or struggling with one of those big awkward carts that are bigger than me, I really don't care. :P
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