Rude People In Carts

It seems like the Washington Rd. Publix attracts crazy old people by the dozen. Most of them are nice and just want to say something to somebody, I guess because they're lonely. Tonight's was a belligerent old hag manhandling an electric courtesy cart. Because every aisle ends in a blind turn, I often find myself swerving a cart full of eggs and peanut butter to avoid a collision with oncoming traffic. Sometimes they want to turn, sometimes they're speeding to the checkout counter like me. Tonight coming out of the aisle I barely cut off the old lady in the electric. I said "Excuse me." and made my right-hand turn. A short distance later she yells in a raspy nicotine voice "BEWARE! OF! OLD LADIES! IN CARTS!". Pretty weak to let me get that far away before staging a protest. I didn't bother turning around, it was almost 11 and I just wanted to get home. Thinking back on it now, with what we learned about Joe "Pushdown" R. in Vegas, it would have been handy to have him there. Something like the final confrontation scene in Lebowski when Walter upends the elder Lebowski then let's him stand, only to fall flat on his face. People could be nicer. Or carts should come with cowcatchers.