STOLEN SHOPPING CARTS
Did you ever wonder where those homeless people with all their worldly goods piled in a shopping cart, got the shopping cart? I don’t think you can buy them, and besides, there is usually the plate identifying what store the cart belongs to. I don’t mean to come down too hard on homeless people - they obviously are down on their luck, and I’m sure many are at least somewhat deranged
Still. It seems like society condones these thefts. No one, police or anyone else, seem to care. What kind of message does that send to our kids? The stores are the ones that lose money, and that means stockholders. And they probably, in the long run, have to pass the cost on to we consumers.
The homeless aren’t the only miscreants. I see shopping carts left all over the place - on streets, in parks, in creek beds. They are an ugly blight that brings down property values.
Carts are an obvious necessity - how would we shop without them? But they are intended to go no further than the store’s parking lot. Some stores are trying to find ways to prevent the carts from leaving their property, but apparently no viable solution has yet been found. If poor folks have no cars and must “borrow” the carts to get their groceries home, they should have the decency to take them back after they unload the groceries. Instead, I guess many just abandon them, then repeat the process the next time they shop.
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