Oh how I lovthe you...

I'm about to discuss a topic that hits a sore spot for most people I know. In fact, they'll do anything they can to avoid it.

Wal~Mart

There, I said it. Now personally, I hold no ill thoughts (save for one, but we'll get to that later) towards the aforementioned place of ill repute. In fact, I enjoy it. I don't mind the masses of people, the crowded aisles, having to creep around corners with your cart to avoid a disastrous head on collision with another. I will sometimes even venture to Wal~Mart just to stroll around, with no list, nothing to intentionally buy, but just to see if they have something at a price that I just must have. Even then, I'll often leave the store empty handed after an hour of walking around for fear of buyers remorse.
Wal~Mart has almost everything I could possibly need, so why avoid it? It's become a staple to everyday life, why not enjoy it's existence?

There is one thing I dislike, nae hate. It tears at the very fabric that is my soul. When it happens (oh, and it does all too often) I curse under my breath, grind my teeth, and secretly wish the most heinous death to all other shoppers that aren't suffering the same fate.

The cart with a divot in the wheel. I feel it's a curse for some wrong-doing I have done sometime in my life. Every time I walk in and need a cart, I stare at the hundreds of carts carefully choosing the best looking one, the one that will roll ever so smoothly along the expansive concrete floors that are Wal~Mart. The choice is very important, because you don't know if you've made the right one until you get through the doors and past the point of no return. The decision makers at Wal~Mart tiled the entry way so the wheels make that dreaded "clack" "clack" noise whether they are smooth or not. You don't know until you hit the smooth concrete past the doors if you got a good one or not.
Sure enough, a few steps past the doors and there it is. SHIT!!! I can't very well turn around and grab another cart whilst returning the old one. For one, there is usually a steady line of people entering and exiting the store, and you'd be damned to get in their way and impede their progress. Second, what happens if the next cart does the same thing, or it's worse? You'd have to bring it back as well and keep doing that until you find one that suits your needs! By that time, the door greeter has noticed you obviously have and OCD disorder or has assumed that you are completely crazy and will call security.
Commence the grinding of the teeth. If you need a cart, then it isn't a short trip. You have to push that clanky SOB all over the store and every step makes you hate the world more. I will only ever grab a cart if I NEED it. If I think I might need a cart, I'll grab a basket instead. I don't care if the thing weighs 50 pounds when I'm done shopping as long as it all fits.
I do what I do to avoid a cart because for me, it's like the lottery. I have the same chance of getting a good cart as I do winning millions of dollars. As I said, it's a curse I'm sure.