My broken cart

So I went grocery shopping the other day. Yes I went to Wal-Mart, where else would I go. 90 cent bread…that’s how I roll. Anyway, I noticed something as I was pushing my cart around the store, something that seems to happen to me every time I get a cart. I don’t know about the rest of you, but it seems that whenever I get a cart there is always something wrong with it. Out of the hundreds and hundreds of carts Wal-Mart has I have never gotten one that didn’t have something wrong with it. This last time I went there was without a doubt the worst. I never would have imagined the problems a faulty cart could have caused. And so it begins…the cart I got had a wheel on it that would get stuck sideways at some points. Now you might think that wouldn’t be much of a problem, but if a wheel is stuck sideways that means that the cart will turn every time it happens. And once again normally this wouldn’t be a problem, but what happens when there is someone standing or walking to your side…Who would have thought getting a cart slammed into the side of your foot would piss someone off so much. He was seriously mad, he started yelling and screaming at me to watch where I’m going and all that. I even explained to him that the wheel got stuck and it wasn’t my fault. I guess I was wrong and it was completely my fault, at least according to him. He finally stopped yelling at me and left, except now I was pissed off. I just got verbally assaulted by someone in the middle of Wal-Mart, I was not about to just let this go. So I started to follow this guy around and would periodically just slam my cart into his. He had a full cart too so every time I got to hit it; stuff would fall off of the top. I know, very immature, well I don’t care this A$$hole deserved it. I did finally stop though considering I was getting tired and wanted to go home. But Wal-Mart has a sense of humor cause guess who pulled up behind me in line at the checkout, oh yes it was him. And as they say in wrestling “It was on”…It was on like Donkey Kong. He was still rather pissed, as was I, but at this point I think we were both so tired that we just didn’t care anymore. I did get one last jab at him though. You know the little black divider bar that you put between your stuff and the other persons? Well, let’s just say that when he wasn’t paying attention I put like 10 things of tic-tacs on his side of the bar and since he had so much stuff, I don’t think ever noticed. I got out of there as soon as possible, so he may have eventually noticed, but I like to think that he didn’t. I know what you’re thinking; that I am a badass…well it is true.:) It’s not like I could have punched him in the face or anything, so I issued a more appropriate retaliation instead. Don’t judge me…it’s what I do.