[Zeke]

My OCD requires that I test each cart (yes my southern born wife calls then buggies) before I enter the store. I refuse to spend that much time with one that has a flat spot on a wheel, a wobble or push straight. Usually one discard and I've got a winner if I don't pick out a good one first time.

I also hardly ever go to where they are stored preferring to grab one from the lot saving one from the lot person.

Funny story: at our local chain they employ one mentally challenged lady who has been there 10 years if a day. She sweeps the aisles and looks after the carts. I think that's it, no bagging or stocking.

One day she was out gathering carts and I was just finished loading the car so I aimed the cart towards her and gave it a gentle shove so she could add it in the to string. You would have thought I assaulted her. She loudly told me to never push a cart across a lane that it was dangerous. She was angry and dead serious whereas anyone else would have said thanks.

I just avoid her now. Never know what's going on in a person's world in that state. Now I realize she prefers to just do her thing and not interact with anyone, bosses or customers. Hard, hard worker.