I can’t believe this happened. Earlier, while I was at the supermarket shopping for groceries, I had one of the strangest and most irritating encounters ever. I was nearly finished with my grocery list and was getting ready to head over to the dairy section when I realized that I forgot to get cereal. Since the cereal was at the other end of the aisle, I saw no real point in turning my cart around so I left it off to the side and walked down to the cold cereal section. I already knew what cereal I was getting so it took me about 30-45 seconds to pick out the one I wanted and head back down the aisle. As soon as I turned around I saw that my shopping cart was missing. Thinking that I might have misplaced it, I head to the end of the aisle to look around. Turning towards the meat section I see this lady perusing the ground beef with her sticky fingers on my cart! “Excuse me ma’am, I think that’s my cart that you are pushing.” “Huh, no it isn’t. These are all my groceries. They are all on my list.” “Well, they may be on your list, but those are definitely my groceries.” “Well, where is your list to prove that these are yours?” “My list is right there…IN MY GODDAMN SHOPPING CART!” “No it isn’t, that’s just a piece of trash I found.” At this point my head exploded. For her sake, I hope that she is crazy. As angry as I was, I cannot help but alternate between laughing and being frustrated at her stubbornness. Who the hell steals shopping carts with unpaid groceries in them?! At best she saved 25 minutes of shopping, stupid lazy woman.
I think you should have thrown sausages at her until she surrendered your cart.
This is one of the weirdest grocery stories I had ever read.
This is one of those events I have often thought “it must have happened at least one time somewhere is the history of cart assisted grocery shopping” as I leave my cart behind. Now I know so!
You should have just wandered the store until you found her cart. It must have had very similar items to hers.
I pity the cashier: “How did that get in my cart? I don’t want that!”
Huh, car(t)-jacking…
Did you have a lot of groceries? I can’t imagine somebody hijacking a cart. Weird!
Not me, no nudity, public urination, or getting mistaked for Jesus.
It happened to me once, in the produce section. The woman who took it thought her husband had left it there. Now I didn’t care too much, since I hadn’t actually bought anything, but I had spent some time picking out the peaches.
I wonder if you wouldn’t mind telling me what thread you thought you were replying to? Y’know, so I can avoid it like the plague? 
I, too, have had this happen. I tell you, you have to stay right with that damn cart. If you let it go, I swear, there are probably a dozen people hiding out in every aisle, just waiting to tiptoe by you and run away with it… giggling.
I couldn’t find my culprit to confront them and see if they were as loony as yours was. I’m kind of glad, now that I think about it. I probably would have dumped my egg beaters all over her.
Vitamins can be really expensive. A $15 box of vitamins is really easy to slip into someone’s cart without them noticing.
I would have taken it back, but thats just me.
Those are some of my weirdest grocery stories (that I’ve witnessed).
I had about 20 items in there so it was not the end of the world or anything, just really inconvenient and insane. It still makes no sense to me because it’s not like she saved money by jacking my cart unless she didn’t feel like looking for the sale items or something. I was just so damn stunned at her response that I didn’t know what to say to her. However, I did have a feeling that getting kicked out of the supermarket for pelting a soccer mom with snack cakes would not have been a good way to spend my afternoon.
OK, well, in that case, tell us.
That was a George Carlin bit back when the earth was still cooling; he’d shop out of other people’s carts:
“hey, HEY, that’s my stuff!”
"Not yet it isn’t. Still belongs to all of us 
"
Ok, your people skills as a personal shopper are still lacking…
As a former meat-cutter I feel I should warn that this course of action can often go weird and unexpected places. In my experience a sharp, loud Hanna-Barbera-style pterodactyl scream, if delivered with skill and the proper attitude (lots of volume … BIG BIG EYES!) will tend to resolve most conflicts in a retail situation.