Dear Customer. Have you any idea how much damage this cart pusher would suffer if I let it run straight over you? None at all.
Our electronic cart pushers have basically crapped the bed. One is dead and the other is only working in short bursts, so that if I take it out once every hour I can at least get a decent amount of carts in. But the bottom line is that when the guy came to look at them, it was a lot of blame shifting, a lot of "this battery is bad and it's going to be expensive to replace it."
So imagine me in 80-90 degree heat hand pushing seven or eight heavy carts at a time across a busy parking lot. And busting ass to get them all in the store or along the wall by closing. That's been the last three and a half weeks for myself and my fellow cart attendants.
As I've said before, one of my major pet peeves is people who cannot watch where they are going. I don't how many times I've had the (Fully working) cart pusher going at bunny rabbit speed and have had to desperately yank the row of carts to a stop because someone bolted in front of it.
This incident happened yesterday. I had the pusher out and it was running at a reasonable speed. A woman carrying her baby and with two small children in toe, literally darted right in front of me just as I was leading the carts into the corral. She didn't even look up or say sorry.
So you have this woman who is stick thin. I'd be surprised if she's more than two hundred pounds. And add to that a precious baby in her arms and she decided to take a chance that I might not be able to stop the pusher.
Yeah. I could full well have killed someone and their child yesterday.
Our electronic cart pushers have basically crapped the bed. One is dead and the other is only working in short bursts, so that if I take it out once every hour I can at least get a decent amount of carts in. But the bottom line is that when the guy came to look at them, it was a lot of blame shifting, a lot of "this battery is bad and it's going to be expensive to replace it."
So imagine me in 80-90 degree heat hand pushing seven or eight heavy carts at a time across a busy parking lot. And busting ass to get them all in the store or along the wall by closing. That's been the last three and a half weeks for myself and my fellow cart attendants.
As I've said before, one of my major pet peeves is people who cannot watch where they are going. I don't how many times I've had the (Fully working) cart pusher going at bunny rabbit speed and have had to desperately yank the row of carts to a stop because someone bolted in front of it.
This incident happened yesterday. I had the pusher out and it was running at a reasonable speed. A woman carrying her baby and with two small children in toe, literally darted right in front of me just as I was leading the carts into the corral. She didn't even look up or say sorry.
So you have this woman who is stick thin. I'd be surprised if she's more than two hundred pounds. And add to that a precious baby in her arms and she decided to take a chance that I might not be able to stop the pusher.
Yeah. I could full well have killed someone and their child yesterday.
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