I don’t know how to say it nicely, so I’m just going to say it.
Those stupid ride-in truck shopping carts are the devil.
Seriously.
I just don’t understand.
Growing up, my mother wouldn’t even let me sit in the cart. Once I could walk, I walked. I learned about shopping, prices, coupons and other aspects of grocery store offerings.
I didn’t sit around in a plastic germ-coated chariot.
These carts are monstrosities, capable of blocking entire grocery story aisles. Wonderful.
Last Saturday, I stopped by the Giant in Delco plaza to pick up a few ingredients for a new recipe. I was in a hurry, and the store was packed.
Every which way I turned, one of those devil carts was obstructing my path. Every time I politely excused myself by reaching over the tiny truck cab for my produce, I got dirty looks.
Some people can’t drive normal carts. Grocery stores should require a license for this deluxe version.
OK. I get it. It keeps your kids quiet and entertained. Fine.
I don’t want your kids running around the aisles like wild monkeys, either.
But please, watch where you push that thing.
