A Christmas Story.

[mybadhairlife]

For various cat-litter-related reasons, I was forced to go into a big box store in town during the holiday season. I won't actually say the name, but it rhymes with Stall-Cart, which -coincidentally- is what the sheeple tend to do while the store is busy

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[phonemonkey]

What a nice Christmas story.

[mybadhairlife]

I don't know. She was pretty good with the dithering and the wavering. I almost offered her my cart! *Almost*

[meedja]

People like that exist? Are you sure you weren't watching a movie?

I'm evil at the best of times, but abandoned shopping carts are like crack to me. If I'm in a good mood (rare at this time of year), I hipcheck them as far out of my way as I need to, but the numbers I find at this time of year drive me mad. So I move them. Anywhere, I just push them somewhere other than where they've been dumped by some selfish idiot who is probably having a conversation with either 3 equally idiotic friends or on their phone. Hours of entertainment for all the family. Oh, and this year, I've turned up the volume on my usually internalised "oh for FUCK's sake" at stupid people in stores. It's fun.

[mybadhairlife]

As a pregnant lady, you should be milking all your free passes for all that they're worth!

If *FFS* doesn't work, you should try just bursting into tears.

[redtheblue]

I'm sorry, there is more likelihood of seeing Bigfoot Rockette-kick his way down the cereal aisle than the scenario you describe. In either case I'd need documentary evidence.

[mybadhairlife]

I know. The Bigfoot Rockettes only appear in the frozen foods section.