Way back when, in junior high in the 60âÂÂs, I got a job at a local supermarket stocking shelves on Friday nights and SaturdayâÂÂs. . I rode my bicycle seven miles each way. At night my Dad would come get me with his old 56 Chevy pickup. One of my âÂÂother duties as assignedâ was cart retrieval. Sunny, hot, humid, deep snow, dark of nightâ¦.didnâÂÂt matter, it was my job. The manager once told me if it wasnâÂÂt for cart retrievals he could easily make do with one shelf stocker. And I wouldnâÂÂt be it. So my take, and IâÂÂm dead serious, IâÂÂm helping give some poor kid the opportunity to save for a car and a useful education beyond the local indoctrination. So no, I never return the cart. Ever.
Cart wrangler is a terrible job. But it is one that will make you look for a better job.