A few months ago I was just walking out of the Bullseye with my bag and am heading to my car. I see the guy parked next to me finish loading his bags from his cart to his trunk, push the cart so that it's behind my car, get in his car and start to back out.
At this point I had run up and stood behind his car, so he stopped for me. I yelled at him, "IS THIS YOUR CART???" Even though I knew perfectly well it was his. He stopped his car, go out and pushed it to the corral... all of 3 spaces away. His reply to me, "Oh, is this your car?" My blood was boiling, but I controlled myself enough to not curse him out. I said, "Yes, and the carts go RIGHT THERE."
At this point I had run up and stood behind his car, so he stopped for me. I yelled at him, "IS THIS YOUR CART???" Even though I knew perfectly well it was his. He stopped his car, go out and pushed it to the corral... all of 3 spaces away. His reply to me, "Oh, is this your car?" My blood was boiling, but I controlled myself enough to not curse him out. I said, "Yes, and the carts go RIGHT THERE."
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