PTSD from shopping carts lmao. Seems like being poor is only one of your many problemsLet's see here, what else have I done in public:
I've lashed out at dumbasses who get uncomfortably close to me at checkout counters, especially the ones who throw their shit onto said counter while I'm making a transaction.
I've yelled at kids that were running around in parking lots or at the store.
I've called people out who leave their empty Starbucks frappucino bullshit drinks next to a pile of clothes at a clothing store.
Give the finger to guys who can't do a proper zipper merge onto a single lane.
Too many to fucking list. I'll stop there. It's going to give me a headache and unwanted flashbacks.
im from upstate NY and live in new england and we call them shopping carts... never heard it called a wagon or carriageThey're also called carriages in the New England area and buggies the South:
They're also called carriages in the New England area and buggies the South:
yeah pretty sure that pic is bsI lived in Texas for 25 years. This is the first I’ve ever heard of Texans calling it a “buggy.”
PTSD from shopping carts lmao. Seems like being poor is only one of your many problems
Not specifically you because this happens to everyone, but I hate when I accidentally omit the most important word of the sentence or end up saying the exact opposite of what I mean.Little side rant - I people who park fucking crooked in a parking spot.
Ive dealt with vastly more asshole pickup drivers who take up a spot and a half regardless of how busy the lot is and them being fully capable of fitting in one slot, or parking in a "compact" spot, its like "dipshit your Lifted King Cab isnt a compact".. than the number of times Ive been impeded by a loose cart.
I put my carts away, but you drive a pickup... I see your rant on a level similar to a smoker whining about a woman breastfeeding in public.