My first job at 15.5yo was the grocery store. I bagged and got carts for work when bagging could be plastic (newer), paper (common), or a combo of both (old people, usually). If you don't return your cart, fuck you! Now I live a few blocks from the same grocery store and return that shit to the inside of the store, grabbing spares sometimes if they're just sitting around in the way. It used to surprise me when someone didn't return it, then the last couple decades happened and it makes more sense. There are just some people who want to be a part of society and others who want to benefit from it while not contributing to it.

Haha, the authority figures in this movie are fascists. And that famously goes right over the heads of ding dongs.

The real test of character is whether a person not just takes the cart to the cart return, but also tidies up the coral as well so that the carts are all pushed in.

citizen /sĭt′ĭ-zən/

noun

1. A person owing loyalty to and entitled by birth or naturalization to the protection of a state or nation. 
2. A resident of a city or town, especially one entitled to vote and enjoy other privileges there. 
3. A civilian.

I don’t understand?

I don’t do it because I don’t want to and they can pay someone to come get it. Why does everyone defend companies? Just hire someone to go get the carts all day. Hire 2, 3 or 4 people.

I worked at a supermarket and loved going outside to get the carts.

I used to park right next to tthe cart return so I could grab a cart and return it easily. Then those sorry fucks moved the cart return a good hundred yards farther out. Fuck you cocksuckers, I'm DONE!