We all do it, don’t we? You see someone do something that goes against your *style* or convictions and you judge.
I do it far too often. I try to stop myself every time. That person has a reason for doing what they do. Call me naive. I don’t mind. I know I am, and I prefer to be naive over being cynical.
At Kroger today, I returned my mini-cart to the usual spot. Tucked up to a light pole. Call me lazy and inconsiderate if that makes you feel superior.
But taking it back to the store? Not easy. And not right; I get in the way of shoppers… My preference is always to grab a cart from the parking lot … I prefer to not fight the crowd at the corral. I prefer to not carry my canvas bags — and drop them — across the lot. I love to grab a cart from a (safe) place in the parking lot — where I am when I arrive.
And so when I return my cart? I don’t fuss about getting it back to the store or the return. I leave it in a safe non-car-dinging place. A place where more times than not I pick one up (happily avoiding the congested cart return).
Don’t judge. I have a plan. I put the cart in a safe place for the next person. Who, like me, would rather have a cart in reach rather than stashed away in an inconvenient place,
