Society always has it's way of disappointing me.  Just when I feel a little oomph of pleasantness.  

I live in Wisconsin and if you're unaware, the weather is pretty...disgusting, I guess I would call it.  Today is a shade of gunmetal gray.  The precipitation has been rain, sleet, hail and snow, leaving roads flooded and parking lots and sidewalks muddy, slippery and...disgusting.  

 I walk out of Pick 'N Save  with my full to the brim practically unsteerable cart and I have to walk slash jog to my car.  It's sixty feet away.  My pant legs are wet, I'm getting sloshed in the face by sleet and the wind is pushing this cart out of my weakling hands.  I shove all the bags in the truck and turn around to return the cart to the corral.   The corral is conveniently placed every fifteen feet or so down every aisle of the parking lot.  It will take me 4 seconds to put the cart back in it's place.  To my dismay, there are EIGHT, yes, eight carts sliding around the aisle.  Some are lodged tightly into the curb or the tree nearby, but all are within TEN feet of the corral.  I watch as right in front of my eyes a man sets his cart every so gently against the car next to his and takes off.  

 Are you serious?  You can't fucking turn around and put the cart back in the corral?  REALLY?  EIGHT people can't?  Have some fucking decency.  We all live in this society and have to work together to keep it running smoothly.  If you are too fat or have too many kids that you can't control or you're just "having a bad" day it is not anyone else's problem.  It is especially not the problem of the eldery, mentally challenged minimum wage employee who has to chase your cart through the slush because you're an inconsiderate dumbass.  That's why the corrals are there.  PULL YOUR WEIGHT HERE. 

 No wonder people scowl at our country.  We can't get out of the car to get our food.  We can't cooperate, work together or think of others.  If we all do these simple tasks, life will work better for everyone, including you.

 Can't tip your waitress?  Don't fucking go out to eat.

In too much of a rush so you have to park at the gas pump instead of the spots specifically made for people NOT pumping gas?  That's fine.  I'll just park behind you and wait for you to pick out your Hostess snacks and smokes.  I'M NOT in a rush or anything.  

There are people who legitametely need assistance and need I remind you, people starving in refugee camps, those are real things that people have to deal with.  And you can't turn around and put your cart back!??

 Help me out guys, help me out.