Originally Posted by
Otterbatcat
Warning....RANT.
So I bust my ass moving shit to storage, trailer does well and no problems to destination or back. Just tired as hell.
Need to stop and get groceries on the way home. Park in the north forty because I have a damn trailer. Go in and shop, can't find all of the few things I need, put up with the retards and the fukkin moron at the register. I'm tired and slightly ready to punch someone in the face just because already.
So I finally get out of the store....and push the cart to my vehicle location, and the fukkin wheels on the cart lock up. I still have some patience at this point, but pissed a little more. I carry all my shit the fifty feet to my vehicle Twice...and then try to return the cart to the cart station. The fukkin wheels stay locked.
So, I hefted the fukkin cart over my head and carried it in between other parked cars to the designated cart return area, and did just that. I returned that cart with Authority, using several unsavory speech practices.