Stealing Pet Food Is A Pet Project

, , , , , | Friendly | July 25, 2018

(I am at the grocery store, stocking up on some beef ribs that are on clearance after the 4th of July for very reasonable prices, as well as pet food for the various critters under my care. I’ve just about finished with my shopping, and I decide to grab some already-made french fries from a fast food place within the grocery store. You are required to leave your cart by the entryway when you enter the restaurant. I am the only one there, and there are no other carts near mine. Fries in hand, I turn around to find a little old lady marching off with my cart.)

Me: “Excuse me! That’s my cart!”

Lady: *no response*

Me: *catches up to her* “HEY! You’ve taken my cart! That’s not your cart!”

(The lady just gives me an odd look and continues walking off.)

Me: “LADY! Those aren’t your groceries! They’re mine! Give them back!”

Lady: *in a quiet voice* “Leave me alone. I just want to do my shopping.”

Me: “What do you think I was doing?” *tries to take my cart back, only to see her tense and grip the cart even tighter* “You know, taking someone else’s cart is extremely rude!”

Lady: *still speaking in a quiet voice* “Leave me alone. These are my groceries.”

(In the basket, there are only two racks of ribs and a container of cottage cheese, while the rest of the cart is filled with pet supplies for parrots, cats, mice, and reptiles.)

Me: “No, they’re mine. You stole them from me. I had my cart parked right over there while I was getting my fries.”

(I point over to the fast food place while holding up my french fries. She looks over to where I’m pointing and frowns, then looks at me.)

Lady: “Young lady, you need to leave me alone. I’ve asked you multiple times now.”

(I try to take my cart back, only to find it still in her death grip. At this point I simply sigh and let the cart go, as I’m not in the mood to be accused of battery of a little old lady… and at this point, she looks scared of me.)

Me: “Fine, whatever. Keep them. It’s not worth this much trouble. I hope you like eating cat food, you old bat.”

(I grabbed another cart and just re-did my shopping. I hadn’t paid for them, so there wasn’t any money lost during this, and she didn’t become “rude” or angry. I simply wanted to go home. When I relayed the story to my father, he was convinced the lady had dementia. “Who steals someone’s groceries? That’s not normal behavior… Something was off.” After this website, I’m not so sure.)

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