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It’s time to give back all those stolen carts

February 25, 2014 by Dave Knadler

stolen shopping carts

They’re a long way from home.


As you’re probably aware, February is “Return Shopping Carts to the Supermarket Month.” That means you’ve only got three more days to round up all the stray carts on your property and wheel those babies back. Go ahead and use the middle of the street for this purpose; everybody else does. Presumably you’ll be granted amnesty if you get them in before midnight on Friday.

Here in Springfield, stolen shopping carts are part of life’s rich tapestry. I use the word “stolen” only because I’m assuming most of the folks towing these things around the neighborhood did not buy them off a used-cart lot. I don’t begrudge them the convenience, of course. If I didn’t have any place to store my stuff, I’d probably grab one too.

Shopping cart in SpringfieldYou look at a shopping cart and it’s almost as though it was designed expressly for the purpose of schlepping useless crap down a major thoroughfare. The other options that come to mind — a backpack, a cardboard box or a wheelbarrow — have never really caught on.

To celebrate this festive month, I photographed a pair of rogue shopping carts in the ‘hood. These came from Save A Lot, which is about four miles from where they ended up, and across the St. John’s River via a major high-traffic bridge. If only these carts could talk; what a story they’d tell! I’ll never bitch about traversing the Sam’s Club parking lot again.

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Filed Under: american life, Other Stuff

About Dave Knadler

Obscure writer. Lazy photographer. Bashful guitarist. Perhaps too fond of wine. Tireless nemesis of New York Times crosswords, Wordle, Semantle and all other puzzles du jour.

Comments

  1. John H. says

    February 25, 2014 at 6:54 pm

    “I’ll never bitch about traversing the Sam’s Club parking lot again.”
    … but you know you will.

    • Dave Knadler says

      February 25, 2014 at 11:07 pm

      Of course I will. I was speaking figuratively 🙂

  2. Erin says

    February 25, 2014 at 7:23 pm

    Hahaha! Is it terrible of me that I snickered and laughed while reading this?

    • Dave Knadler says

      February 25, 2014 at 11:09 pm

      Nah, I wouldn’t worry about it.

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