November 11, 2007

Grand Theft Shopping Cart

Yesterday I went grocery shopping.

I arrived at 8:00 p.m. at a Farmers Market which is a grocery store that has a lot of good produce and organic goods. My plan was to hit this store for some produce and meat and then hit Trader Joe’s, located in the same shopping center, for the rest of what I needed.

Both stores closed at 9:00 p.m. so I needed to get in and out of there as fast as possible.

I raced around, throwing flax seed oil and chocolate-covered peanuts into my basket. In the produce aisle, I bagged some tomatoes and some parsley, threw them into my shopping cart and hustled over to the meat section. I was so focused on my shopping list and what I needed to get in the meat section that it took me a while to hear a voice calling, “Hey! Excuse me!”

In retrospect, I do vaguely remember hearing that “Hey! Excuse me!” more than a few times as I raced over to fondle the poultry. It wasn’t until I arrived, however, that I realized that person was talking to me.

“Yes?” I reply when I turn to see a guy almost running to catch up to me.

“Um,” he says, pointing to the shopping cart that I’m still clutching in my hands, “You took my cart.”

I glance down and see a whole array of food that aren’t mine – except for the tomatoes and parsley. Those are mine.

“Oh. Sorry!” I say as I quickly hand the cart over. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Embarrassed, I look for my own cart and go and retrieve it in the produce section. My plan is to get out of the grocery store so I don’t have to face the guy and his wife whose cart I stole. It is then that I realize my parsley and tomatoes are still in the cart.

My mind, for a moment, wants to just leave it and go get more. I don’t do this, however, and I go and retrieve the items from the guy’s cart.

I leave before I get arrested.


  1. I confess! Sometime a go I was at Longs and noticed an abandoned cart with a few of items in it, I glanced up and down the aisle and not seeing anyone, I took the cart and disposed of the few items in a nearby shelf and completed my shopping. As I was standing in line, I could hear some one yelling, yes yelling, ” Someone stole my cart!”, the guy even came over and “inspected” my and another person’s cart who was also standing in the check outline to see if we had his stuff.
    I kept quiet and I was glad he had to start all over with his shopping.

    Comment by Grandmother — November 11, 2007 @ 11:02 pm

  2. I can’t stop laughing. Only because, well, this is a fear of mine. Never happened and hopefully never will.

    Comment by steppingoverthejunk — November 12, 2007 @ 2:54 pm

  3. I once nearly walked out of a store with someone else’s cart after we both had checked out. I’m not even sure how it happened, but I was preoccupied with Clare getting her coat on. A bagger came running after me when I didn’t even realize I was the “Hey Mister” he was calling.

    Comment by Darren — November 12, 2007 @ 7:25 pm

  4. Good story board for a Southwest Airlines commercial.

    Comment by Douglas — November 13, 2007 @ 8:22 am

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