Walking into Hannaford one day, a lady yells to me: "Grab that cart!" and points to one behind me.
I reply: "I don't need a cart."
She informs me that its 'just being a good human being,'
(the whole time walking away from me) so I turn to said cart...which was atop a flipping snowbank,
and I notice the employee gathering carts at the corral nearby.
"They're getting it," I motioned.
And she yelled something (even farther away now) about "random acts of kindness."
While yelling at me WAS random, lady, I find it far from kind!
A few nights later, in honor of the Random Acts
grouch lady, I brought this basket in...
even though it was pouring rain...
AND I had to pee.