Sure I’ll go with that.
My elbows are usually discrete.
I mentioned New Jersey to allow for the possibility that corrals had in fact been implemented elsewhere. That was outside my realm of experience. It was the norm to me, as a customer, to leave the carts wherever, and as an employee to collect them. Requiring the customers to do extra work doesn’t seem very cromulent to me.
But you’re the one who took the cart to your car.
In Philadelphia, the Pathmark Supermarket near me solved the parking lot cart problem; carts were blocked from leaving the store.
People who stop because they don’t want to pass thru your gazing at the hundreds of types of cereal and wait for you to acknowledge them before continuing.
Yeah, senior citizens (God bless 'em) are pretty guilty of leaving their cart in the middle of the aisle and then blocking the rest of it with their bodies while they gaze at the many selections of Spam, pore over their scribbled grocery list, crossing off items, etc. It’s like they’re in another world.
The Kroger store where I work is a Marketplace Kroger and is extremely busy. I work in e-commerce (Clicklist) but sometimes have to help pick groceries for internet orders when we get backed up. My trolley when I do that is large and on a Sunday after church lets out? Holy shit are we busy and I have a lot of trouble maneuvering the trolley around groups of people commiserating for an hour while they partially block aisles, and then the fly-catching, open-mouth shelf gazers that seem immobilized by the vast sea of products.
I hate clueless people. I even have that on my nametag under my name. “Don’t be clueless” in sharpie ink.
It’s like so many people lack peripheral vision or something.
Maybe those folks are just loaded? It does tend to make you rather unaware of how you affect others.
Victims of the opioid epidemic, no doubt.
or…Zombies?
Grumbacher Red, why would you be annoyed about someone picking their nose in THEIR car? I mean it’s not like you have to look, or even more ideally you could keep your eyes on the road.
I think it’s funny when someone yawns and then a few other people yawn as a response to that person’s yawn.
I’ll field this question for you Grumbacher Red…
Why?
Because, Mr. Nose-Picker is commiting assault and battery, that’s why!
Let’s say I’m stopped in the left lane at a redlight on a major roadway. There I am, minding my own business, enjoying an ice cream cone and texting some chick on my cellphone. Then I innocently enough, look up and scan the horizon in hopes of seeing something aesthetically pleasing, like a graphic billboard for a titty-bar.
So, I scan to the left and see nothing but a couple of industrial toxic waste dumps (in this example, we’re in New Jersey). Undetered, I slowly scan to the right, in hopes of making visual contact with something less likely to mutate my DNA.
Then, when my line of vision is 90 degrees to the right of center, I sight, through his driver-side window, some bozo in a 1971 Ford Pinto (which in itself is disturbing) with his right index finger knee deep into his left nostril, far enough to penetrate into his sinuses.
Well, sir, that threatens me. It threatens my sense of well-being. That’s assault.
Furthermore, the lightwaves that the miscreant willfully reflects off of his disgusting “mining for gold” nose/finger adventure penetrates my corneas, focuses on my retinas, converts to an electrical impulse in my brain, results in a fight-or-flight reaction in my cerebral cortex, causing me to severly tremor, dislodging the two scoops of Ben & Jerry Cookie Dough ice cream from the cone, which drop onto my crotch, freezing my naughty bits. That’s physical contact with intent to harm. That, my friend, is battery.
Time to call my personal injury attorney, Amb Hugh Lance Chaser esq. (*Slip and fall? Give Hugh a call!).
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No, I don’t feel assaulted and battered, as Tibby or Not Tibby suggested, I just wondered why so many people do it. It’s gross and funny at the same time.
It seems to be at least something I see A LOT, this person all off in their own world, doing this rather private activity.
Why does pulling up to a red light trigger it, and why do people think other people can’t see them? I wouldn’t pick my nose in front of people, and I know being my car does not render me invisible.
I find it really pretty funny that people are doing this private thing in public. Oh, I’m bored, let me stick my finger up my nose like I am 2 years old.
So if they are going to do it, they are going to see me either laughing or gagging.
Just one of those “people are weird” observations.
Just because your cart is loaded with stuff is no excuse!
My mother sometimes does that. But not randomly, she does it with purpose: if it is a hot, sunny day, she will stop in the shade (assuming it is not half a block short). Her car now has A/C, but old habits die hard.
Glad to see you still have a sense of humor! Take care of yourself!!
When I encounter shoppers obliviously blocking the aisle with their shopping carts (and themselves), sometimes I like to play evil passive-aggressive games with their minds (such as they are).
If they don’t notice me trying to get past (happens a lot), I will just wait there quietly. (This presumes I’m not in any great hurry, as it could take a while.) I just wait there until they notice me. When that happens, they will profusely and effusively apologize to me, with apparent deathly embarassment.
Sometimes, if I’m feeling a little less passive and a little more aggressive and in the mood for rude, I’ll bump their cart with my cart without saying anything. The usual result in that case is profuse and effusive apology likewise, but often with an added infusion of really dirty looks. Makes my day when that happens!
Also, I often find people will say “excuse me” when they have done absolutely nothing that might bother me (other than their mere existence, which does happen a lot). This happens in public places where lots of people are around, like supermarkets in particular. I think several posters in this thread have made similar observations already. People will sometimes say “excuse me” for simply walking past nearby me, or for finding themselves in my line of sight.
Damn well you should “excuse me”, you personal space invaders! My personal space boundary encompasses a radius of several dozen miles, so those self-excusers are prudent indeed!
What do the Teeming Millions of the Dope think? Should I excuse them, or condemn them to Hell?
Minnesota too!
A behavior I run into frequently in Washington, DC:
Someone is coming toward me, either on the wrong side of the sidewalk (we tend to stay right here in the old USA) or they are crossing in front of me to reach a storefront. As we see each other, I adjust my course to avoid them.
A moment later, they correct their course to one which will intercept and strike me.
Again, I correct my course. Again, after observing me, they change course to intercept and collide.
I am NOT talking about people simultaneously trying to outguess each other – that happens too and it obviously doesn’t bother me. But I meet a startling number of these weirdos who correct course incorrectly a good moment AFTER I have altered course. It’s like their brains are affected by Internet lag or something. Sometimes multiple times in a single encounter.
As bafflingly frustrating as they are, they are not as annoying as people who, feigning courtesy, gesture “after you” and wait for me to go first – AFTER I have done so. Look, we both know it neither saves time nor prevents collision to initiate a renegotiation of who goes first. MY initial gesture did that. YOUR follow-up gesture is an attempt to renegotiate – usually because you’ve realized belatedly that last person on the elevator will be first off, and now you’re suggesting I get in first so you can stand in the doorway. Well, you should have thought about that before the door opened and gestured first, instead of thinking about Justin Bieber.
Holy crap, I thought this only happened to me! It seems similar to people walking more slowly in front of you, then somehow knowing which way you are trying to go around them, and then moving to that side.
If I picked up the cart near my car, I may return it to the corral, or I may just leave it for the next person to park in that space.