I don't think being handicapped is the same thing as being lazy. I'd give you a pass on this.I have issues walking so it stays where I leave it. It causes me pain to walk on my ankle (bad break, decent surgeon, could only work with what he had). I'd rather deal with the looks than the constant daily pain being exacerbated.
My hobble usually gives me away. I even have a handicap plate and I've still been given the "you can walk, put it up" diatribe.I don't think being handicapped is the same thing as being lazy. I'd give you a pass on this.
That guy most certainly would not return a shopping cart.I think they are likely the same people. Example: yesterday I was outside in my front yard and this fellow drives by (way too fast, I mean, why should he have to drive responsibly in our neighborhood?) and tosses a water bottle out his car window. A neighbor's trash can was sitting by the curb and this person was trying to land a shot. He missed, so that meant someone else got to clean up after him. I'd be willing to bet he's the same kind of person that doesn't return his shopping cart.
I too would give you a pass. I've been there (eight orthopedic surgeries) and done that.My hobble usually gives me away. I even have a handicap plate and I've still been given the "you can walk, put it up" diatribe.
You’re an obvious exception and not A dbag. I can even understand not returning it in a heavy downpour. Everyone else: D’bagsI have issues walking so it stays where I leave it. It causes me pain to walk on my ankle (bad break, decent surgeon, could only work with what he had). I'd rather deal with the looks than the constant daily pain being exacerbated.
In Brazil I return the trolley to the proper spot (no money involved...).
In Australia I did the same (but got my $1 or 2$ coin back).
In London I usually let one of the homeless people take the trolley back so they could collect the £1. Actually, Sainsbury's in Whitechapel took out an injunction against these people who were always polite and didn't complain if the trolley user said no when asked if they could take the trolley back; they got a lot of bad publicity locally and relented
Down here in the South, the true South, we call them "buggies." The word "Cart," is abrasive sounding, and hard on the ears. "May I return your buggie for you ma'am?"A cart? That's a single axled contraption made out of wood, not to be confused with a barrow, which whilst similar to a cart is normally pulled along by hand, not by a horse, which is the favoured method if you own a cart. What you're referring to is a shopping 'trolley'. Stroll on, don't you yanks know nothing?
Round my way, the most popular way of return or disposal is via the local river or canal.
The Mariana Trench is where I put all of my empty tins... like a cauliflower.I love it when a beautiful woman asks me for my shopping cart, and I tell her, keep the change, and if you regret it, here's my phone number. Damn it. I bet 20 pounds of tobacco, that the Mariana Trench, is full of shopping carts, bras, and some dentures. View attachment 245456