Aisle Be Seeing You

I've spent some quality time hanging around the grocery store recently. I had no devious motives. I just wanted check out something a friend of mine mentioned to me. He asked if I had ever noticed shoppers, especially women, who grab a cart when they enter the store and hang on for dear life. "The cart becomes an extension of themselves," he said. "Wherever they go, the cart goes...even into tiny little corners."
He's right. What I have observed is that it's typically the women I get behind out in traffic. I affectionately call them "blue-haired brake riders." These little ladies, unlike the younger women, really dress up to shop for groceries. That, I like. All it takes is to get behind one 250-pound beauty dressed in spandex, and wearing curlers in her hair, to appreciate a lady who dresses nicely to go shopping.
But, I have gotten way off-topic. These little ladies cling to their grocery carts like barnacles to the bottom of a boat. I think one reason is that they have their purses in their carts, and nothing is going to pry them away. Actually, these women can maneuver their carts into tiny little corners where not even the best truck drivers would think a cart could go. Of course, if they have to knock a few bottles of salad dressing or a box or two of Pop Tarts off the shelves, they're willing to make that sacrifice.
Something else I noticed while hanging around one of the local groceries is that they now have these huge carts for kids. In the old days, you just squeezed junior into that top part. No matter how large my legs were, I mean his legs are, they're going to fit through those tiny openings, even if mom has to butter his legs to make it work. It hurts...I would imagine. Now, they have carts shaped like race cars, and just about as large as a race car. I saw a mother plowing through the aisles the other day. She must have had three or four kids crammed in this huge race car cart. And she was pushing it through the store like she was in contention for the Nextel Cup. I had to dive under a display stand to keep from being run over.
While we're discussing grocery carts, could someone explain to me why I always get one with a wheel that maneuvers as if it had a small child stuck under it? My carts never work right. Usually the cart squeaks, and wobbles, and veers to one side or the other. I know all the carts can't be that bad, but I always choose the worst cart in the store. I know it's not truly a reflection on me, but I always feel as if the other shoppers are looking down their noses at me because of my cart.
My friend, and come to think of it, I don't know why he hangs around grocery stores so much, also asked me if I noticed the way many shoppers get so impatient when forced to wait for another shopper blocking the aisle. I get the feeling he holds such impatient shoppers in derision. I was too ashamed to admit that I'm one of those impatient types. I can't, for the life of me, understand why some shoppers think they can park their cart in the middle of an aisle and then spend twenty minutes wandering the store. At least pull off to one side.
Of course, if you're shopping in Food Lion it doesn't matter. They're going to have the aisles blocked with stockers anyway. I think they strategically plan to put their stockers in the aisles during the busiest shopping times. I've always said Food Lion's motto should be, "You swore you'd never come back, but look at you. Here you are." I'm trying to trim that down. It's good, but a tad too wordy.
Anyway, I'm blocking the aisle right now. I decided to subtly station myself in an area where I could check out the shoppers. I don't think many noticed me sitting here typing on my laptop. The only problem is that now I can't get my legs out of those tiny openings in the dad-blasted cart. Could someone get me a stick of butter?