You remind me of a ime when my husband and I were first married. I went to a supermarket that had aparking lot with a long, sloping grade. As I left the store I saw a display of pansies and stopped to look. (Of course, it was flowers which distracted me.)
I turned back to my cart, only to see it speeding up down the grade. I chased it, but too late! It hit a parked car and DENTED it!
I was mortified. I left my name and phone number on the owner's windshield.
He called me to get my insurance number, and couldn't believe I did that big dent with a grocery cart! LOL!
Since then, I NEVER let go of the grocery cart until it is in the corral!
Car stories, like the woman I pulled over once doing 70 in a 30 MPH zone, asked her what the hurry was and her reply was that she was past empty on the gas Gage and wanted to get to the service station before she ran out of gas. I let her go cause I had never heard this one before