It was hit or miss at previous jobs. I worked at Kmart for a few years and would often help the stock guys round up carts in the evening. During summer evenings it was kind of fun wandering way out into that concrete sea with the boys, rounding up impossibly far carts and running the wrong carts (or electric scooters) back to the grocery store next door. But during the winter it was hell on fucking earth, and I'd help them round them up just to spare them the agony of a slipped disk.

I live in Canada now and couldn't imagine rounding up carts during these cold snaps. You'd probably stick to them, imprisoning you in parking lot until you succumb to frostbite.