Apparently I need to take German, as I’m missing the joke. 
I don’t know about in NJ, but around here, if I heard that, I’d interpret a subtext of, “I’m too good to clean up - that’s what we have Mexicans for,” since cleaning ladies and staff at DD and such are most likely to be immigrants. In any case, she clearly thinks she’s too good to clean, and doesn’t give a shit about leaving a mess for other customers or making more work for the staff.
Reminds me of the lady I saw in the grocery store parking lot - she was positioning her empty cart at the junction of some parking spaces. I rolled down the window, and said in a cheerful, helpful tone, “Hey, the cart return’s right there.” She actually had the gall to look at me like I had nine heads, then leave the cart right where it was. I should have pushed it into her car.
Every day in so many ways I’m reminded that hell is other people.
You need to go rent (and watch) Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid. If you watch with subtitles, I think you’ll find it written as “Heinemacherfrau”
Oh I got one that makes your bitch look like an angel.
A couple months back I was at the grocery store. Our store is bad for assholes leaving their carts all over the damn place. Well as I was walking towards the store I pass a middle-aged women, parked in a handicapped spot, who had just finished putting the groceries in her car. She moved the cart about a foot away from her car and then opened her front door to get in. And I piped up like you did because I was not in a very good mood. I said in a polite tone, “Oh, Miss, the cart corral is right there on the other side of your car.” Yes, she was parked right next to the cart corral.
She turns to me and loudly says in a poor me tone, “I’m handicapped I can’t do everything everyone else can do.” To which by this time I was feeling pretty good doing my duty in the fight against evil. And I replied, “So you can do your grocery shopping walking around in the big store but you can’t walk 5 feet to put the cart away?” At that point I felt like it might get ugly so I turned and continued walking to the store. She just got in her car and simultaniously started it and started backing up and then burned rubber out of the parking lot.
I would just be thankful to not be that woman’s cleaning lady (or daughter) :eek:
I suppose that another DD customer shouting loudly after them something like:
“Hey! Pig & Piglet! You gonna clean up your garbage like Normal human beings or What!?”
would probably be considered anti-social and out of place at a civilized donut shop. If I had responded to their littering like that, I’m sure the store manager would have asked me to leave, not them.
On the upside, Mrs. Entitlement 2007 would probably not be back to scatter her leavings across their tables ever again.
I put my cart up 99% of the time, but I would have told you to fuck off, too. You don’t know what kind of day she was having - maybe her husband is dying and she went to the store to get his meds? Whatever. You’re not the fucking cart police. :rolleyes:
If you tip the maitre’d at McDonald’s well, you’ll get the best booth, too. 
I got one for you.
I was shopping at Publix one time and went through the 10 item line. The girl in front of me had an entire shopping cart for her couple of items. She puts her items on the belt, walks around the cart and cashes out. Then instead of taking her cart with her and returning it, she picks up the bag and walks right on out, leaving her cart blocking up the check out. Didn’t even bother to push it up some or to the side - just left it there in the middle of the lane, completely ignoring the cashier’s ‘Excuse me, miss!’. I’ve never wanted to shove a shopping cart up someone’s ass as bad as I did then.
What a Bitch!
Why does it matter what kind of day she was having? That’s no excuse to deliberately obstruct a parking spot out of spite. There’s never a good reason to take out your own frustrations on other people. That said, of course I slip and do stuff like that from time to time, and if some one calls me an ass because of it… I deserve it.
That said, Unauthorized Cinnamon probably could have said it in a more accessible way.
As for the OP, I would have said something. I have no qualms about expressing my opinion, especially in the face of such an obvious display of horrific parenting. I may be a bit cluttered at home, and even when I do eventually get a cleaning service at home, I’ll still continue to clean up after myself when I’m out. Hell, even when my table is bussed FOR me, I generally at least try to stack my plates to make it easier. Really… I mean, I might as well while I’m waiting for the check or I can just sit there with my thumb up my but.
In general, this seems like an example of the growing lack of awareness that ones actions affect other people. It seems to generally be less common in people with kids, but it’s even more depressing when they lack that awareness as well, because they only serve to perpetuate that behavior as well as cultivate worse ones.
Frankly, I’m not sure that the shitty type of day I was having is a good excuse for poor manners, but obviously, your mileage varies.
You don’t know what police she is.
Nothing reaps instantaneous indignance in some people like a stranger telling them to do something they know they’re supposed to do. It’s the “you’re not the boss of me!” effect, residual in most people to varying extent even into old age. (Witness the ongoing antics of our own beloved Commander-in-Chief.)
I should know, because I’ve occasionally had the same reaction. Less so as I’ve ostensibly matured, I hope. And I always put my goddamn cart in the cart return, if the store has had the sage foresight to establish one.
Then there are people who not only abandon their carts but do nothing as they witness them begin to roll away, who IMO should be summarily shot.
Every time I get handicap as an excuse for dickishness, my reply is “Yes, I know stupidity/ignorance/lack of manners is a handicap, but you can work on that, you know?”. I normally try to avoid those, though.
As for the shopping cart in the parking lot situation, I make an effort to leave them out of the way, but never in the corral. I see it as my way to help fight unemployment. (d&r)
I have congestive heart failure (among other problems). Most days, I can pace myself so I can get around to doing what I need to do. Sometimes, though, I’ve collapsed because I’ve overexerted myself. If I’m lucky, I can collapse into a chair, rather than on a parking lot. Usually I ask for someone to help me get my groceries to my car if I’m shopping by myself…not just because it’s difficult for me to load my car (sometimes I can do it, sometimes I can’t) but because I DO NOT want to collapse in the lot, where I might not be seen for several minutes.
Quiddity? Is that you?
Hey, guess what? Some people are assholes. Not everyone is a congenitally defective, diabetic, depressed, minority veteran.
Occam’s Razor and all that.
(FTR, since having my child, I’ve often wondered how many folks would call the cops on me if I walked my cart back in the way I always used to do. Now I just park next to the corrals and feel guilty. It’s a terrible thing to be so paranoid you don’t feel like you can get out to use an ATM without having DCS storm your vehicle.)
Sadly, I am with you there. Store lots are bad enough as it is that I don’t want to leave the little one locked in a hot car while I return the cart / alone / etc. I now do the cart park over the curb when shopping with the little one, but if out with the older one he returns the cart (though that also makes my heart skip given the poor driving skills around here).
Well, Tim Hortons (in Canada) generally has someone being paid to, among other things, bus the tables. And yes, I once was one. 
I was never told it was okay not to bus your table, but my mom did tell me it was okay to leave crumbs or liquid on the surface. “That way, they know they have to wipe it off.”
“What if they don’t wipe it off?”
“Then you probably don’t want to eat there.”