CART RAGE

Okay, since I'm disabled, I use those electric carts when I grocery-shop. And I wanna tell you about cart rage.

It happens every time I go. Some people, old ladies usually, shop like they're the only fucking people in the store. While I sit impatiently waiting for them to move out of the way of the milk, they just take their own sweet time.... They examine each carton like it's some outer-space artifact.

Hmmmmmm......I wonder when this one expires? Let me look at all the other ones. Maybe there's a fresher jug. Hmmmmmm......

Christ. They're ALL THE SAME, you walking stroke victim!! Fucking MOOOVE!!!

What's worse, they're often hard of hearing too. So when I say "Excuse me...." over and over with my impaired speech, they usually look at me after a few seconds and just nod, like "Howya doin?" They haven't heard a word I've said. FUCK.

So when you hear about some crippled guy crushing an old lady's pelvis with his Power Chair.....you'll know I couldn't fucking take it anymore.