commercial America

It's come to my attention that the majority of people in grocery stores must be positively miserable drivers on the road because they can barely control a shopping cart - carriage, buggy, whathaveyou. Now, I'm aware that WalMart is the American giant that is slowly dominating the commercial world, and I'll admit that I'm suckered into their low prices gimick just about every time. But, despite my satisfaction when I compare my shopping receipts from Walmart to those of other stores, it doesn't really help to quell the frustration - the utter animosity and violent aggrivation - that results from any time spent there.

Yesterday, I was on my way home from work, after having stopped at the gym to mercilessly torture myself for just under an hour, and I knew I had to do some grocery shopping if I was going to rest through the night without a grumbling stomach. And...the penny-pincher my parents raised me to be...I resolved on heading down 146.

Well, I'm not sure if anyone else has this same experience, but I'm pretty sure there's a conspiracy where I always pick the gimpy cart. You know the one. The cart where one wheel keeps determinedly jerking to one side and sticking there, making an absolutely horrid screeching sound across the mass-produced linoleum.

So, while attempting to make my way through the store with a cart insistent on moving in any direction but straight, I then had to battle with every other incompetent, no-common-sense imbicil lacking any idea whatsoever how to follow the rules of general grocery store traffic. Two imaginary lanes. Both going opposite ways. Ironically - just like driving on the road! When you're on your errands, trekking down the road, you don't just stop in the middle of the road at an angle and sit there and stare at the stores, homes, and whatnot off the side, do you?? No. Well.... at WalMart... you do. And somehow the majority of the Walmart customers have acquired this glazed-over, "I have no brain cells" look in their eyes.

It's a customary occurrence... I'm sure any other normal human being who steps into WalMart experiences the same thing. If I'm wrong, please tell me.