If everyone did it then you'd probably have a dedicated person to fetch the carts doing that basically throughout their shift. The store still needs the carts for more shoppers and with everyone putting them in the grass that process ends up taking longer.

Except for particularly busy times, I don't think you'd see major pile ups.

But I generally agree with what you are saying. It's a valuable question to ask "what if everyone did this".

Yeah and if everyone was littering all the time, the city might employ more dustmen. Or they would say screw it, why waste money and time, when the citizens obviously don't want to live in a clean city.

Maybe everyone should just start murdering people that bothered them ;P. That way we'd have less annoying people and more police.

Then it just becomes an informal cart corral.

Ah yes. It's pouring rain, blowing cold wind in your face, kids are screaming and hitting each other, you stubbed your toe into cart and generally just having bad day. What would jesus do?

Is the standard to return the cart or not? Where do you draw the line? What if it’s only raining? How hard does it need to be raining to sacrifice your principles?

On days with a strong wind it is more important to rerun the cart, because leaving it loose will mean it’s likely to hit someone’s car. This is when the golden rule comes into play.

It just doesn't matter. It's a cart, not clubbing baby seals.

Only thing that's more insufferable is the keyboard warriors loosing sleep over tiny things like that.

I've had bad days. I still managed not to be a net negative on my environment. Why can't you? Why can't other people? From my perspective, how you behave when you're having a bad day is the real litmus test. If you're still a decent person then, then you actually have values you care about, that you don't just follow when convenient.

Show me a person and I'll point their flaws.

Theoretically, in this case, the agonizing "It's pouring rain, blowing cold wind in your face, kids are screaming and hitting each other, you stubbed your toe into cart and generally just having bad day" scenario making any man unable to manage the extra-harrowing effort of directing a cart a few meters into a designated space.

He wouldn’t be at the store; or perhaps flipping tables.

He got two fishes and five loaves delivered in a clear door dash advertisement.

I feel like the recent and strange habit of people telling me, unprompted, all about their assorted minor medical maladies, syndromes, and treatments -- is a form of "I don't always do the right thing because of these tribulations that I suffer"

Like it's pre-loading being an asshole. I hate it. Have your bad day in a way that doesn't continue the dominoes falling and causing other bad days, however much misery loves company.

Did you think we'd find this string of excuses basically lifted from the article convincing?

He'd tip the cart over so it doesn't blow around in the wind.