You know you hate them, those folks who drive on those electric carts at the walmart, better known as the 'cart people'.
You look at some of these 'cart people' and think “what the heck is wrong with you?”. Don't get me wrong, if someone needs the electric cart, fine, but there are quite a few that I question if they really need it or they just want the attention and to get out of the store really quickly, zipping through the aisles.
OH alright, honest time, I am jealous. There I said it. Secretly I always wanted to ride one and be one of the 'cart people', and zip through the aisles, they do look fun. That's why I always get the golf cart to play golf, I love driving those things.
Well, I finally had my chance. A few yrs back, I sprained my ankle playing football. I wish I could say I scored a touch down and it was worth it, but actually It was at the very beginning of the game and I started running and fell into a rabbit hole and twisted my ankle. Wish I could tell a better story, but it is what it is.
I was on crutches for quite a while and a friend of mine decided we needed to do some grocery shopping.
As I wobbled into walmart, I noticed those electric carts. “hmmmmmmmmm here is my chance to finally ride one of those things and no one will look at me funny because I got this boot thing on my ankle. I will become one with the cart people ”
My friend thought I was crazy, but I didn't care, I told him to help me into the cart. He was embarrassed and took off. (mental note: need better friends)
So I was left on my own and sat down on the cart. I realized I had no idea on how to turn the stupid thing on. I pushed all the buttons and nothing. It just sat there.
Then, a woman entered in and went straight to the cart and got herself all comfy. I am among my peers now. Another cart person.
'hmmmmm I wonder whats wrong with her, she walked in here just fine'. I thought. But who cares, we are one now.
So my fellow cart person said to me “you have to unplug it for it too work”.
Who knew? She showed me the plug and I was ready to rumble, I thanked her, because we cart people have to look out for each other, and off I zoomed through the automatic doors with this stupid grin on my face. Nothing can stop me now. I couldn't find a horn, so I just said 'beep beep' if I wanted someone out of my way.
The novelty of being one of the cart people wore off pretty quickly. Between me dodging people and those people dodging me and then giving me those angry looks because I was in their way, turned out it wasn't really that fun.
Wait, me in their way? I am the one in the cart, I am one of the cart people, they were in my way. What is wrong with people, do they think I want to be in this stupid cart because I had nothing better to do? (don't answer that)
I was constantly trying my best not to run over these stupid people who just ignored me. Sometimes I just had to stop and wait till some asshole finished reading the ingredients on a box of pancake powder. “its' all F-ING bad you ass, not get the hell out of my way”. I didn't say that, but boy was I thinking it
For some reason, I actually thought I could shop faster, whipping by everyone, and then I would beat my friend at the cash register and do the 'I told you so dance', but the cart apparently had only two speeds, go and stop. I ended up getting sea sick with all the stop and goes as I jerked along the aisles.
And actually shopping while sitting down was harder then I thought as everything that I wanted I couldn't reach unless I stood up. Plus, even if it was eye level, I had some fool leave their shopping cart in front of the item I wanted and she was too busy talking on her cell phone to even notice me even after I said 'beep beep' .
They are so lucky this thing didn't have a horn, I'd blast them so loud I would scare the crap out of them.
The hardest part I found driving one of those things is trying to resist the urge to slam into people and knocking them out of my way. Talk about resistance.
But I learned a few things that day at Walmart. People are really rude to those with disabilities. OK, I wasnt that disabled, but I was for that day. They also will cut in front of you to avoid slowing down from their shopping, they view you as just an annoying little bug that keeps showing up as you swat them away. They avoid any eye contact with you and you just become invisible.
Being a cart person, wasn't as fun as I thought, you cant use a horn to beep at people and you can't do pop-wheelies. I tried, you can't do them. I did finally figure out how to put the stupid thing in reverse, but they make this loud beeping sound like a garbage truck in reverse and the whole store just looks at you. Plus, I had a hard enough time not running over people when I was going straight, I didn't even attempt to drive backwards.
As I pulled up to the cash register, my friend was siting on a bench on the other side of the case registers, holding my crutches and his shopping cart. He looked pretty pist off.
“finally...” he says.
Talk about a lack of empathy, he just proved my point on how people view the 'cart people'
As I got my crutches and started walking out the door (I just left that freaking electric cart there), I looked behind me at the big obstacle race I had just run, and lost, and there on aisle 5 was that lady that showed me how to turn it on in the first place. She was just sitting in her cart waiting for the woman in front of her to stop reading the shampoo label. I felt like hopping over to her and say “hey, I hate that lady too, she didn't let me through either while she was reading the pancake batter label”
This label reading lady has no idea how close she was to death.
In conclusion, a word to the wise, when you see one of the cart people at Walmart, just stay out of their way if you
value your life. Think Road Rage.
+Road-Rage +Shopping-cart +Humor +Funny +Personal +Walmart
You look at some of these 'cart people' and think “what the heck is wrong with you?”. Don't get me wrong, if someone needs the electric cart, fine, but there are quite a few that I question if they really need it or they just want the attention and to get out of the store really quickly, zipping through the aisles.
OH alright, honest time, I am jealous. There I said it. Secretly I always wanted to ride one and be one of the 'cart people', and zip through the aisles, they do look fun. That's why I always get the golf cart to play golf, I love driving those things.
Well, I finally had my chance. A few yrs back, I sprained my ankle playing football. I wish I could say I scored a touch down and it was worth it, but actually It was at the very beginning of the game and I started running and fell into a rabbit hole and twisted my ankle. Wish I could tell a better story, but it is what it is.
I was on crutches for quite a while and a friend of mine decided we needed to do some grocery shopping.
As I wobbled into walmart, I noticed those electric carts. “hmmmmmmmmm here is my chance to finally ride one of those things and no one will look at me funny because I got this boot thing on my ankle. I will become one with the cart people ”
My friend thought I was crazy, but I didn't care, I told him to help me into the cart. He was embarrassed and took off. (mental note: need better friends)
So I was left on my own and sat down on the cart. I realized I had no idea on how to turn the stupid thing on. I pushed all the buttons and nothing. It just sat there.
Then, a woman entered in and went straight to the cart and got herself all comfy. I am among my peers now. Another cart person.
'hmmmmm I wonder whats wrong with her, she walked in here just fine'. I thought. But who cares, we are one now.
So my fellow cart person said to me “you have to unplug it for it too work”.
Who knew? She showed me the plug and I was ready to rumble, I thanked her, because we cart people have to look out for each other, and off I zoomed through the automatic doors with this stupid grin on my face. Nothing can stop me now. I couldn't find a horn, so I just said 'beep beep' if I wanted someone out of my way.
The novelty of being one of the cart people wore off pretty quickly. Between me dodging people and those people dodging me and then giving me those angry looks because I was in their way, turned out it wasn't really that fun.
Wait, me in their way? I am the one in the cart, I am one of the cart people, they were in my way. What is wrong with people, do they think I want to be in this stupid cart because I had nothing better to do? (don't answer that)
I was constantly trying my best not to run over these stupid people who just ignored me. Sometimes I just had to stop and wait till some asshole finished reading the ingredients on a box of pancake powder. “its' all F-ING bad you ass, not get the hell out of my way”. I didn't say that, but boy was I thinking it
For some reason, I actually thought I could shop faster, whipping by everyone, and then I would beat my friend at the cash register and do the 'I told you so dance', but the cart apparently had only two speeds, go and stop. I ended up getting sea sick with all the stop and goes as I jerked along the aisles.
And actually shopping while sitting down was harder then I thought as everything that I wanted I couldn't reach unless I stood up. Plus, even if it was eye level, I had some fool leave their shopping cart in front of the item I wanted and she was too busy talking on her cell phone to even notice me even after I said 'beep beep' .
They are so lucky this thing didn't have a horn, I'd blast them so loud I would scare the crap out of them.
The hardest part I found driving one of those things is trying to resist the urge to slam into people and knocking them out of my way. Talk about resistance.
But I learned a few things that day at Walmart. People are really rude to those with disabilities. OK, I wasnt that disabled, but I was for that day. They also will cut in front of you to avoid slowing down from their shopping, they view you as just an annoying little bug that keeps showing up as you swat them away. They avoid any eye contact with you and you just become invisible.
Being a cart person, wasn't as fun as I thought, you cant use a horn to beep at people and you can't do pop-wheelies. I tried, you can't do them. I did finally figure out how to put the stupid thing in reverse, but they make this loud beeping sound like a garbage truck in reverse and the whole store just looks at you. Plus, I had a hard enough time not running over people when I was going straight, I didn't even attempt to drive backwards.
As I pulled up to the cash register, my friend was siting on a bench on the other side of the case registers, holding my crutches and his shopping cart. He looked pretty pist off.
“finally...” he says.
Talk about a lack of empathy, he just proved my point on how people view the 'cart people'
As I got my crutches and started walking out the door (I just left that freaking electric cart there), I looked behind me at the big obstacle race I had just run, and lost, and there on aisle 5 was that lady that showed me how to turn it on in the first place. She was just sitting in her cart waiting for the woman in front of her to stop reading the shampoo label. I felt like hopping over to her and say “hey, I hate that lady too, she didn't let me through either while she was reading the pancake batter label”
This label reading lady has no idea how close she was to death.
In conclusion, a word to the wise, when you see one of the cart people at Walmart, just stay out of their way if you
value your life. Think Road Rage.
+Road-Rage +Shopping-cart +Humor +Funny +Personal +Walmart