That is a huge, huge peeve of mine also, and I do believe that your wife should be verbally smacked every time she does it, by anyone else that may witness it. Rude bitch indeed. I bet she throws a fit when a store is out of stock, or if the prices are too high. It’s her fucking fault.
I was a cart returner, I always took my cart back into the store. Not just to the corral. Now I have a child and I have to say, I try like hell to get a spot near a corral so that some overzealous freak doesn’t call CPS on me because I was 20ft away from my car returning a cart. Don’t even get me started on using an ATM.
Here’s a tip, tell your wife you want to show her what she is doing. Perhaps she has brain damage and can’t fathom it, something is fucking wrong with her, anyway, whenever you go in a store this christmas season, make a note about all the shit strewn everywhere. Every time your cart gets caught on a sweater thrown on the ground, every time what you need isn’t where it is supposed to be, open her eyes to the effect it has on her.
My husband and I have been going through some crap. I told him he has no idea how difficult he makes it for me to do things. That didn’t get through to him, so the day I was full of cabin fever, ready to burst and just wanted to get out of the house for a few minutes and he asked me to wait until he finished a cigarette, and hold on, he needs to get some laundry in, and could I change the baby and wait, he left something in the car, could I pick him up a styptic pencil and wait, we need laundry detergent, I finally pointed out to him what he was doing. MAKING IT DIFFICULT FOR ME TO JUST GET OUT OF THE HOUSE! This is not an overstatement, this is what really happened. He had no clue what a pain in the ass he was being. Now, when those kinds of things happen, I tell him, instead of just getting mad or having my feelings hurt.
FWIW, I will admit my husband is mostly braindead also.