Ian Pike noon, Dec. 8
I consider myself a professional shopper. I like to peruse and compare prices before I actually make a purchase (this excludes shoes because I absolutely adore them and if I see a pair that I can’t live without well, you know…).
On a recent jaunt to Ross, I was looking for some jeans for my daughter. As I squeezed through the racks of clothing, I became quite annoyed with the proliferation of shopping carts that had blocked my access to the bargains that awaited me. There have been studies that show that people who use shopping carts tend to buy more, so they are now placed in nearly every store! But really, why do these people insist on keeping their cart right next to them like some sort of appendage? I think these folks are worried that someone might cruise by and snag a clearance bra or nose hair trimmer from their cart if, God forbid, they left it at the end of the aisle. So, just to piss off the “carties”, I made my way past one of them and snagged a hanger on some of her loot. I made it look like an accident, but I was really seeking vengeance.
Later, I made my way to the shoe racks and put a bunch of shoes on the floor that I was pretending to try on, just so another cartie would have to make her way through the obstacle course of pumps and sneakers. Immature yes, but at least it brought me satisfaction. The added bonus came while I was constructing the shoe obstacle course and I happened upon a pair of cute clogs I couldn’t resist. Yes, I said clogs…