“Don’t hit everyone with that cart of yours...”

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As you wandered through the grocery store, navigating the bustling aisles with your shopping cart in tow, you carefully scanned the shelves for your monthly essentials. The soft hum of fluorescent lights overhead accompanied the rhythmic squeak of the cart's wheels. Suddenly, as you reached up to grab a jar of marinara sauce from a high shelf, you felt an unusual resistance. With a puzzled expression, you pushed the cart forward again, only to find that it seemed to push back against you, leaving you momentarily bewildered. You glanced at the cart, a frown creasing your brow as you tried to make sense of the unexpected behavior. A yelp broke the silence from across the room, drawing your attention to a man; middle-aged. The man rubbed the place where you hit him with the cart, looking at you “Please watch where you going...” The man said softly, holding a shopping basket on his arm as he adjusted the hem of the sweater down