You must return the shopping cart because it is the right thing to do. Because it is correct.
A person who is unable to do this is no better than an animal, an absolute savage who can only be made to do what is right by threatening them with a law and the force that stands behind it.
The Shopping Cart is what determines whether a person is a good or bad member of society.
Good Evening Ladies and Germs, welcome to the Court of Public Knavery where once again we throw open the windows of observation and let in the sunlight. What scurrying little agents of malfeasance will we see today?
It is strange that once you start noticing shopping trolleys left hither and yon and willy and nilly everywhere, you start noticing even more shopping trolleys left forlorn. What kinds of animals are these unthinking beasts who refuse to return their shopping trolleys?
In previous pieces I was mostly puzzled at how far trolleys have strayed from the supermarket. Travelling long distances is apparently no difficult task for an intrepid trolley which wants to make its way in the world. It is one thing to travel, it is quite another thing to try and guess what kind of adventures that trolleys get up to; for every time I see one of these poor things stranded further and further away from home I am tempted to wonder if shopping trolleys are in fact more sentient than the beastly animals who left them where they are.
This shopping trolley which is out and about at 07:30am, is preparing to enjoy a lovely day watching local parish football. See how happy it is? The fact that it has black bump stops means that I am unable to determine which shop this trolley is supposed to serve. It is not Woolworths, Coles, or Big W or K-Mart.
It is exceedingly unlikely to see a trolley at a very big sports venue and so if trolleys want to enjoy sport then they are forced to watch purely amateur competition. What is curious about a trolley in particular is that because they are meant to hold a useful amount of shopping and groceries, they are by coincidence large enough to become a makeshift football goal.
Our friend here who is on a fire trail in the Blue Mountains National Park, is about 2 kilometers down the track, and is clearly spending a day in nature.
I wonder if this was taken down the fire trail by people who had loaded it up with cases of fermented vegetable products in order to get progressively inebriated. That would explain why it was abandoned here and perhaps if there is a corresponding pile of bottles and/or cans some distance down the trail, then that would complete the picture but sadly, we do not know.
The blue trolley is from Big W in Blacktown, whereas the green trolley is from Woolworths in Quakers Hill. I wonder if these two lovebirds have finally decided to move in together and start a family. I think that it's nice to see trolleys from different nations set aside their differences and come together in harmony.
After you have spotted a few different trolleys in the wild, it becomes apparent that in addition to there being no standard design, there is also difference in terms of wheels and the terrain that the trolleys are expect to run over.
The blue trolley in this photo has skinny little tyres which are supposed to engage with a travellator somewhere and that will be bespoke. The green trolley just has chunky rubber tyres because it likely goes over a rough carpark most of the time. How they both ended up in suburbia is unknown to me.
This green trolley who is next to a brand new block of terrace houses being built, has got some serious work to do and has brought along a barbecue for the lads. Good job, bro'. The framers on building sites will bring the wood and scaffolds. The plumbers will bring the copper pipes and connect the house to the water supply and the sewerage lines. The electricians will will bring the wires and points to bring light and power. The plasterers and interior dressers will fit the walls and doors. All the while, this trolley has brought the barbecue to fuel the workers.
Can someone explain what the jinkies is going on here? Failing to return your trolley proves that you are a bad member of society but cutting the wheels off? What fresh kind of demon hellspawn is this? How is anyone ever supposed to use this trolley for its intended purpose ever again. A trolley's raison d'etre is to be that vehicle to move stuff from one place to another and this poor trolley can not even move itself.
This is heinous. This is horrid. This is lower than a snake's belly. This is like pulling the wings off of a fly or pulling the legs off a spider. Whoever did this, you have won this week's "Knave Of The Week" award.
Over the course of taking these photographs, I chose to ignore the more than a hundred trolleys in and around Blacktown Railway Station and Bus Station. These are clearly used by people who take their shopping over the concourse and then take their shopping onto the bus or train. It has become apparent that the supermarkets in Blacktown have a policy of only bothering to go out and collect their trolleys, even though they are reasonably expensive assets, when sufficiently large numbers of them have not come home.
The Shopping Cart is what determines whether a person is a good or bad member of society. There are many bad members of society
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