At a grocery store near you

When I came out of Wegmans the other morning I noticed that another shopper was apparently disabled in places not immediately visible, except in their wake.

Because who, at 0820 on a Saturday morning, cannot be arsed to push their empty shopping cart 15 unobstructed yards to the cart return shelter?

Seriously—what sort of Leona Helmsley-delusional lout do you have to be to decide that only the peons need to get their carts out of the parking spaces? Are you expecting your mom to toddle behind you tidying up and putting your toys in the basket? 

Grow the hell up.