Originally Posted by jplinville

Since I have to use the electric cart, I like to find old people and ask them if they want to race.

A few weeks ago, I spotted a child in one of those grocery carts that looks like a race car. I pulled up next to the child, told him I was pulling him over for speeding, wrote a "ticket" in my memo book that I keep in my shirt pocket, and handed it to him, and drove off.

I used to like pushing the cart for my wife, finding an older couple midway through the aisle, wait for them to go around the corner, the yell out "Stop hitting me", then follow them to the next aisle.