And must people park their CART directly in front of the white seedless grapes display, completing blocking it so that no one else can get to them, making the rest of us wait patiently behind you while you pick through all the bunches just to find the right size and firmness of said grape. And must they also park their CART in the middle of an aisle at an angle, so that I can't get my CART around theirs without ramming it really hard and then saying "oops, sorry, I don't know my own strength, you bitch, get your effing CART out of the way!!!" I hate the grocery store. Sorry about your heel.

So how many engineering man hours went into making that one wheel wobble back and forth? :)

Yup, I watched the same one. Party Animal #2 speaking.
And in this area, most of them wind up as homeless carts, loverly. But the best part? Is when they're put back in to service at the market and they don't CLEAN them. Another reason I rarely visit chain markets, shudder.

Biggles

I don’t want to even hear about how much of a party animal you are. T and I are confirmed Discover Channel addicts, and watched a really cool show about demolishing buildings.

On our wedding night.

Who said your sex life decreases dramatically after marriage, lol??

I just got what I like to call a "special" cart at the grocery store. You know, the ones that can't take corners. What is up with that?

I went to the Big Chain Store early Sunday moring, 6:30, to do my shopping...it was so quiet. I somehow managed to get the squeaky-wheel cart. It was so loud that as I went down the main aisle, a girl looked around the corner from another aisle to see what was coming her way. I decided to go back and get another cart without the squeaky wheel.

Where the hell do you shop!? Ha ha! I've never had a shopping experience that come close to one of yours.

On one hand I'm sad for you, but on the other hand it's awfully funny when it's happening to someone else...

Sorry that people SUCK!

I always manage to get the cart that has a mutant wheel which has consumed copious amounts of crack (to better spin out of control) before my hands cement to the handle bar.

Much like Calvin (& Hobbes) being attacked by a hideous assortment of clothing, I am pursued relentlessly by the mutant wheeled cart.

God, I hope she's heading east like the last evil grocery store woman! Don't send her MY way!

Did they mention who invented the combination Little Tykes car/shopping cart? Because I would personally make a trip to their house and whack them in the head with a canned ham.

My technique is to fall to the floor screaming. It is effective, even with these Italian nonna- types who are scanning for -- what? Girlfriends? Canned soup that might appear on Italian shelves so they can prepare all those exotic American recipes?
Once a little kid threw a tin of something and hit me in the head. I offered the mom to throw up on him. It was the least violent thing that came to mind.

Party Animal #3 here, I love those shows too, usually at 2:30 am when I can't sleep - - I'm still waiting for the one that solves the big mystery of the universe for me - - how do they make Triscuits? How do they create all those layers of wheaty-goodness, with air in between, without smashing them? :)

Almost makes me feel guilty for shopping-cart-jousting when I was in my 20's. It's actually too fun to feel that bad...O.K., I admit it, it felt good. You get 2 cars faced off against each other in a big empty parking lot at night. Hit the highbeams and both cars accelerate toward each other, peeling off at the last moment and aiming the helpless carts at each other. These things are so well made, that if they hit square (almost never) they will leap into the air like a spawning sockeye salmon. That jacked-up squeaky wheel? My fault. I'm not sorry! BWAHAHAHA