Trolley Rage!

Never get trolley rage. I am usually off the/my trolley by then.

Well, Purplecat, me and my missus have been doing the supermarket according to who lost the toss for more years than either of us cares to dwell on. But yes, you are right. In recent weeks we have both separately experienced the "no friggin' trolleys" angst at the local Safeway. We all know how it is written by God or her husband into the metal of a shopping trolley that it should end up in a shallow river. So maybe the bean-counters at head office have decided to save some money by not buying any new ones to replace those that end up along way from home. Two weekends ago it took me more than fifteen minutes and four arguments (all with members of staff who gave me the impression, intellectually, that they were on angel dust) before I even caught sight of an unused trolley. Luckily it was in a dark corner and no other would-be shopper had spied it. You would think the retailers would observe more closely that all the people who walk into their shops want to do is spend money quickly and efficiently. Bastards.

The supermarkets in my area can't seem to cram enough of the bloody things in the carparks and rivers. However, you try finding a basket for your minor shopping needs and there are none to be had. You end up having to carry cartons of milk and tins of whatever which seem intent on rolling to the floor as your queing at the check out!! GRRRRRRRRRRR! Where are the BASKETS?

Dunno...l am not a basket type. I get a trolley for a pint of milk, me....that way I can mooch down the aisles slowly leaning on the handle, bum stuck out, gazing at all the things on display..... If I have to be there at all, I want to be relaxed.... And anyway, if I go in for just a pint of milk, I invariably end up with bright red, numb hands from carrying the basket which always ends up full of impulse buys, like wine, chocolate, ice cream and grapes....

old ladies are the worst. and people with large beer bellies emphasised by purplegloslower shell suits meeting up with their neighbours who they saw down the pub only last night and are now catching up on the latest events in their lives but managing, with judicious positioning, to hold up the traffic in two aisles simultaneously and it's always in the busy section, they never yap in the dog food aisle or have social intercourse next to the tampons, oh no, it is invariably right next to the potatoes. and when you finally extricate yourself from the melee...yes... an old lady rams your ankles for which you apologise profusely of course because you are british and anally retentive.

From the title, I thought this would be about the trolley's on airplanes and trains. Without fail, just as I need to take a walk to the loo, they start the trolley parade and block the aisles.

My grandmother is absolutely the worst shopping trolley driver in the world... She once managed to run over the SOLE of a shelf stacker's foot... Her foot bent back and she screamed out blue bloody murder... So, my dear silver haired old granny reversed over the same foot causing yet another blood curding shriek... Very painful indeed... She never even offered a word of apology! The stories I COULD tell you, but i am rather afraid that my inheritance will dry up if I do...

If there's anything worse than an ankle ramming old lady - it's an ankle ramming old lady with one of those ridiculous wheeled shopper things [usually with a little lap dog peeping out of the top]. Pushing a supermarket trolley with one hand, at a 45 degree angle from their bodies, pulling their wheely shopper doodahs with the other hand [also at a 45 degree angle in the opposite direction], they're a pain in the proverbial!