I went to a grocery store and purchased 6.87 worth of items.

The cashier thought the credit card machine was not working, therefore, swiping my card 3 times.

I look at my bank statement online the following day, and it shows 4 total debits of 6.87. This means my grocery cart cost me 0.61, plus the 6.87 that is rightfully theirs.

I take my statement to the manager, and the manager refuses to credit my account until a huge fuss is made.

This is the cheapest place to purchase groceries, so I went the following week and well…. the manager came up to me in public and told me "Excuse me, management would prefer if you did not shop here anymore. Please exit now. Thank you."

Being ripped off and being humiliated in public, and being thrown out of a store when I did nothing wrong –

do I have any legal defense?

Does the store owner have the right to do this?

My situation is probably very common nowdays with the high rate of unemployment currently – I just want to ask this because I am not sure of all the rules regarding different programs related to medical care and coverage – I have been unemployed since Dec 2008, I have no medical insurance. I looked at the general rules for "medicaid" in Maryland where I live – it appears to qualify, you cannot own a home, have any cash savings in the bank (or no more than anyway) and cannot own a vehicle. Basically you can’t have any assets. My doctor wanted me to get some diagnostic tests done for a back pain problem I am having right now (MRI, scans, etc) – and of course to pay cash for them might run into a couple thousand dollars, which I can’t afford right now. (I barely have money to pay mortgage, bills, food, etc). Is there any program or anything out there which could help a worker who was laid off thru no fault of their own, has no med insurance, and can’t really afford to pay for expensive med care with dwindling cash savings? Is there no other safety net for us americans without medical insurance? I am starting to think the only way a person can get any help in this country is to have absolutely no assets (atleast on paper) and go onto welfare, public assistance, medicaid, food stamps, section 8, etc ?? Why is it that there is just one extreme or the other, with no help for those "in between" who are caught and trapped? We need medical coverage and help too – My back problem is terribly painful and I can barely move, but yet I asked the doctor and nurse today when they gave me the RX for the MRI’s and tests, and they said to just ask the hospital if there are any programs or payment plans. Its like at the grocery store the other day, I had only 50 dollars cash and was doing the coupons and calculating down to the penny every thing I bought (buying mostly the weekly store specials on sale) and then the young lady in front of me purchased 4 grocery carts full of food (all name brands and largely sodas and junk foods) for a total of over 0 and the person paid for every bit of it with her WICA card (food stamps).. Why is it this country is one extreme or the other, with seemingly no help for the working man or woman who has worked hard their whole life and is temporarily in a financial jam right now, and needs a little help ?? Can someone tell me if there are some programs maybe I am overlooking that I could apply for ?? Thanks very much.

I’m lost. My Mother left me. I’m alone in a grocery store, surrounded by empty shopping carts trying to hit me. I turn around and around and all I see is a sea of empty shopping cards. People are pushing them, but I can’t see their faces because I don’t look all the way up there. I just have time to see the cart and get out of the way. I keep calling for my Mom.

All through childhood I had this recurring dream. Sometimes I would have it twice in a night. When I awoke, tearfully, I’d call my Mom and she would come and comfort me until I felt safe again. Once a week my mother, grandmother and I would go to several grocery stores and a meat market. Sometimes I’d walk with Gram and sometimes with Mom. I always had to hold onto the cart, so I wouldn’t "get lost."

I think all this talk about getting lost and all that exposure to shopping carts close up left a lasting effect on me which intensified into irrational fear in my dreaming mind. Never once did I lose my mother or grandmother, but I do remember I never looked at adults’ faces because there were so many other interesting things to look at.
As I grew up, my mind found new things to dream about, so eventually those "lost in the grocery store" dreams subsided.

I am almost done with my first novel. The problem is, not many of my friends like to read, therefore it is hard to find a knowledgeable critic of my work. I hope you fine people on Yahoo Answers will give me your honest opinions! Thank you!

Now, remember, you may not know what exactly is going on, because you’re entering in the middle of the story. I would just like feedback on my prose, which is a bit weird if I do say so myself.

A man walks into a grocery store with a long coat and even says hi to the greeter before heading straight to the fifth aisle. Why the fifth aisle? Fate, I suppose. Those who are in the fifth aisle are victims of Fate. The fifth aisle has no significance, it is not special, except for today when this man goes straight to the fifth aisle. He goes, his long coat trailing behind him like a cape. He stands at the end of the aisle and watches the woman with her baby take a bag of cookies from the shelf with the help of a worker and put the cookies in her cart. She thanks the worker as the worker walks off and she is all alone with the baby. The man walks to her with a smile and asks her if she knows where he can find the milk. He is a good looking man, handsome, and she drops her guard because nothing could possibly happen in the fifth aisle because the fifth aisle is irrelevant. She turns to point him in the right direction and he pulls the gun from his long coat and points it at the baby and in a flash there is no more baby. I have never seen a body explode. A whole body, like a bomb goes off in the heart. The man runs off and there is importance in the fifth aisle. It is no longer irrelevant, she will always remember the fifth aisle. And the first question a man would ask would be why does God see it fit to put that kind of person in this kind of world? He doesn’t.
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She is the target and her brain is soft.
At nineteen she flashes the fake ID at the bouncer and heads across the bar past the band with the smoking singer screaming into the microphone like a broken engine and sits at a small booth in the corner with her friend. They pull out their cigarettes and think about the sad times they couldn’t buy cigarettes and blow wispy loops into the air which evaporate into the yellow stained ceiling. Her friend goes to the bar and orders them two beers, two beers they can’t have but have anyways, and they drink those beers like adults, as if they are exactly that. But she is not an adult and she doesn’t know any better because her brain is soft.
Her friend gets up because the beer is overflowing and she sits there alone, watching the men and women, adults, interacting like adults do, and this world is strange and new to her and inside she feels scared and anxious. She sees men and women leaning against the bar, chatting and flirting like adults will do, a chatting and flirting exercise that is not too far removed from her world, yet it is a new world and she is anxious.
She stands to pull the butt of her shirt over the pink thong that rides and sketches her attractive arches. And that is when he sees her. She is a target. And he knows her brain is soft.
He taps his buddy on the shoulder with the end of a beer bottle and points her direction. They smile at each other, understanding adults. His buddy nods to tell him he’ll wait until the move is made. So with his buddy’s consent he approaches the girl who is anxious in this new world, this new world that has suffocating fog and smoking singers.
He says hi and can immediately tell she is into him. Why wouldn’t she be? In this new world, someone has talked to her. Adult and child, the child anxious to become an adult and the adult willing to lead that child into a world from which she can never fully return, a world we all realize isn’t worth it in the end because it will turn on you as it sees fit.
And her brain is soft.
Many are responsible. The buddy, the bouncer, the friend, all responsible for the acts that are about to take place. Yet, they will not have to live with it, and that is how this new world works.
He convinces her to meet him in the back of the bar where couches are set up and they can be alone to talk. Beer after beer and they talk and she opens up to him and opens up to this new world, his world. He kisses her neck and mouth and she can taste the smoke and the liquor and she loves the taste so she lets him take her shirt off and lets him take her bra off until she is naked in this world, born into this world covered in a placenta of lust.
They are both naked in the back of the bar but he will not enter her yet. He takes out a bag of white powder and spreads a line on the table. She is drunk and willing so she takes her first sniff. The couches flip upside down and the dim lights become bright orange explosions. He kisses her again and he asks her for permission to enter her, like a vampire asking permission to enter a house. She says yes.
She moans although she is numb and can’t feel. She moans

I want to go to Germany, what are things I can do to cut down on the cost? I can get a deal on a flight and hotel from like Orbitz or something but what about things like food?

I don’t want to be extravagant but I don’t want to be so cheap that it isn’t enjoyable. What are ways to cut down on food and entertainment costs? Can I get discounts by showing a student i.d or something? Is it better to go to a restaurant or just eat something from a food cart or the grocery store?

We all have at one time worked minimum wage jobs when we were teenagers. Minimum wage jobs are something you do when you’re in high school … maybe college, and in less common ways in graduate school. Then you move on and do something more productive. There is nothing I find more self satisfying than seeing the 32 year old pizza guy delivering pizza to my house. I just absolutely love it! In this country, everybody has at least the opportunity to go to a community college, and it isn’t that difficult to go to a state university, if you choose to do that. So anybody who is 32 and is asking me if I want paper or plastic … At one time we drank milk from our mommy’s baba, but eventually you put the baba down and drink from a cup. If somebody is 32 and still drinking out of a baba, then you got a problem. People get mad at me when I bag on those who work low run jobs. Have I worked at a Carvel Ice Cream store? Yes I have. Was I a telephone solicitor and did I sell bottom of the barrel stuff? Yes I have. Did I work as a cashier at a grocery store as I was a kid going to college? Yes I did. Did I deliver newspapers? Yes I did. Did I sell advertising in lousy community newspapers over the telephone and make minimum conditions. Yes, but I did these things while I was working my way towards something better. I am not coming over to wax your car today. I don’t do detailing. I’m not coming over to your place to deliver pizza. I’m not going to bring groceries to your car. Ok.

Here’s a rewarding career. Here’s someone who knocked up his girl friend, and you know who I’m talking about. The guy who stands at the exit at Costco with the yellow high lighting pen. And he looks … of course you got 6 worth of stuff in the cart … and he gives this cursory glace to your cart … you can’t see everything that’s in the cart. Then he takes that yellow marker and runs it through the receipt, so you can’t try going through the exist again. That’s very rewarding work. *sarcasim* I just want to know the name of your bastard child and where the mother lives. When I see that guy, I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking about that.

Ya know, when I’m in a fast food joint and I’m deciding whether I want pastrami on my burger or cheese steak. I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking, "what time does the baby sitter have to go home tonight?" I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking it.

When I go in for a .99 oil change, and there you are draining all the transmission fluid out of my car. I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking, "does this place actually have a retirement plan?"It’s just the way it is.

Ya know, we all start at ground zero. Most of us start with very little. Some of us with nothing. We all have the same public school systems. And we have community colleges. We have state universities. We have opportunities to do things with our lives. We also have the opportunities to use condoms, to not have sex with trailer trash that’s gonna get knocked up. We have opportunites. We have decisions to make during our lives. Yes I think it’s perfectly fantastic when you’re a senior in high school and working as a cashier at Costco. I think that’s great. When you’re 16, 17, or 18 … that’s great. But when I read these stories in the newspaper about people working at Albertsons the supermarket, talking about going on strike, and you got interviews with 38 year old people who are cashiers … I’m laughing my butt off at you. I’m laughing my butt off. I’m sorry, I know it’s politically incorrect to say this, because you’re suppose to say that everyone is equal, everything is beautiful in it’s own way, you’re suppose to say these things, right? And every job is good and great to have hard working Americans … that’s what you’re suppose to say. But the reality is that some of you guys just decided to ride bear back when you were 16 and now you’re stuck going on strike at Albertsons or where ever you’re going on strike. You kidding me?

I was at a grocery store the other day, and my one and a half year old was sitting in the shopping cart seat. I went to the front of the cart to put my groceries up on the conveyor (I’m 9 months pregnant, I can barely lean over the side of the cart, much less lean over my daughter as well) and while I was doing this, the older woman in line behind me got extremely close to my daughter while putting her own groceries up on the conveyor. I’m not talking about coming within a four-foot radius, I’m talking about this woman being right up against the shopping cart handle. Her arm was literally inches from my daughter’s hands, and her hip was brushing against my daughter’s shoes. It made me very angry, so I said to my daughter (who was staring at the buckle on the lady’s purse strap) "No, you can’t grab the lady’s purse even if she is too close to you." Obviously this was for the lady, not for my daughter. Then the woman started moving her groceries up on the conveyor because it hadn’t moved yet, putting them within reach of my daughter, and I had to tell her not to touch. When the person in front of me finally finished, I moved the cart away saying "Let’s get you away from the obnoxious old lady now."

Now I know that that might have been a bit of a hormonal moment there. But it seriously bothers me when people invade my daughter’s personal space. I don’t like strangers touching her or getting close to her, or even talking to her without talking to me first. Do any of you feel the same way, or is this just my pregnancy making me irritable?
There’s a question about a 12-year-old selling drugs to a guy who drugs his dog, but I’m accused of trolling because I’m curious if other parents dislike strangers invading their kids’ personal space? Okay..

Like I said, this woman was literally brushing up against my daughter. While I might not have been exactly tactful, it blows my mind that people think it’s okay to get that close to others, even if (especially if) it’s a child.
Leigh: I was raised to respect people’s personal space. I grew up being taught that it was never okay to push, touch, or bump people if there was a way not to. It’s just disrespectful, my whole family is like that. I don’t think that this woman was obnoxious because she *got* that close to my daughter, I think she was obnoxious for *staying* that close to her, especially after I had already commented on it. And I feel like it was just stupid of her to move her groceries even closer to a toddler than they already were.

None of you first few answerers actually answered my question; does that mean you’d be okay with some strange woman rubbing against your kid in a checkout line, rather than waiting two minutes for the line to move?

We all have at one time worked minimum wage jobs when we were teenagers. Minimum wage jobs are something you do when you’re in high school … maybe college, and in less common ways in graduate school. Then you move on and do something more productive. There is nothing I find more self satisfying than seeing the 32 year old pizza guy delivering pizza to my house. I just absolutely love it! In this country, everybody has at least the opportunity to go to a community college, and it isn’t that difficult to go to a state university, if you choose to do that. So anybody who is 32 and is asking me if I want paper or plastic … At one time we drank milk from our mommy’s baba, but eventually you put the baba down and drink from a cup. If somebody is 32 and still drinking out of a baba, then you got a problem. People get mad at me when I bag on those who work low run jobs. Have I worked at a Carvel Ice Cream store? Yes I have. Was I a telephone solicitor and did I sell bottom of the barrel stuff? Yes I have. Did I work as a cashier at a grocery store as I was a kid going to college? Yes I did. Did I deliver newspapers? Yes I did. Did I sell advertising in lousy community newspapers over the telephone and make minimum conditions. Yes, but I did these things while I was working my way towards something better. I am not coming over to wax your car today. I don’t do detailing. I’m not coming over to your place to deliver pizza. I’m not going to bring groceries to your car. Ok.

Here’s a rewarding career. Here’s someone who knocked up his girl friend, and you know who I’m talking about. The guy who stands at the exit at Costco with the yellow high lighting pen. And he looks … of course you got 6 worth of stuff in the cart … and he gives this cursory glace to your cart … you can’t see everything that’s in the cart. Then he takes that yellow marker and runs it through the receipt, so you can’t try going through the exist again. That’s very rewarding work. *sarcasim* I just want to know the name of your bastard child and where the mother lives. When I see that guy, I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking about that.

Ya know, when I’m in a fast food joint and I’m deciding whether I want pastrami on my burger or cheese steak. I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking, "what time does the baby sitter have to go home tonight?" I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking it.

When I go in for a .99 oil change, and there you are draining all the transmission fluid out of my car. I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking, "does this place actually have a retirement plan?"It’s just the way it is.

Ya know, we all start at ground zero. Most of us start with very little. Some of us with nothing. We all have the same public school systems. And we have community colleges. We have state universities. We have opportunities to do things with our lives. We also have the opportunities to use condoms, to not have sex with trailer trash that’s gonna get knocked up. We have opportunites. We have decisions to make during our lives. Yes I think it’s perfectly fantastic when you’re a senior in high school and working as a cashier at Costco. I think that’s great. When you’re 16, 17, or 18 … that’s great. But when I read these stories in the newspaper about people working at Albertsons the supermarket, talking about going on strike, and you got interviews with 38 year old people who are cashiers … I’m laughing my butt off at you. I’m laughing my butt off. I’m sorry, I know it’s politically incorrect to say this, because you’re suppose to say that everyone is equal, everything is beautiful in it’s own way, you’re suppose to say these things, right? And every job is good and great to have hard working Americans … that’s what you’re suppose to say. But the reality is that some of you guys just decided to ride bear back when you were 16 and now you’re stuck going on strike at Albertsons or where ever you’re going on strike. You kidding me?

We all have at one time worked minimum wage jobs when we were teenagers. Minimum wage jobs are something you do when you’re in high school … maybe college, and in less common ways in graduate school. Then you move on and do something more productive. There is nothing I find more self satisfying than seeing the 32 year old pizza guy delivering pizza to my house. I just absolutely love it! In this country, everybody has at least the opportunity to go to a community college, and it isn’t that difficult to go to a state university, if you choose to do that. So anybody who is 32 and is asking me if I want paper or plastic … At one time we drank milk from our mommy’s baba, but eventually you put the baba down and drink from a cup. If somebody is 32 and still drinking out of a baba, then you got a problem. People get mad at me when I bag on those who work low run jobs. Have I worked at a Carvel Ice Cream store? Yes I have. Was I a telephone solicitor and did I sell bottom of the barrel stuff? Yes I have. Did I work as a cashier at a grocery store as I was a kid going to college? Yes I did. Did I deliver newspapers? Yes I did. Did I sell advertising in lousy community newspapers over the telephone and make minimum conditions. Yes, but I did these things while I was working my way towards something better. I am not coming over to wax your car today. I don’t do detailing. I’m not coming over to your place to deliver pizza. I’m not going to bring groceries to your car. Ok.

Here’s a rewarding career. Here’s someone who knocked up his girl friend, and you know who I’m talking about. The guy who stands at the exit at Costco with the yellow high lighting pen. And he looks … of course you got 6 worth of stuff in the cart … and he gives this cursory glace to your cart … you can’t see everything that’s in the cart. Then he takes that yellow marker and runs it through the receipt, so you can’t try going through the exist again. That’s very rewarding work. *sarcasim* I just want to know the name of your bastard child and where the mother lives. When I see that guy, I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking about that.

Ya know, when I’m in a fast food joint and I’m deciding whether I want pastrami on my burger or cheese steak. I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking, "what time does the baby sitter have to go home tonight?" I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking it.

When I go in for a .99 oil change, and there you are draining all the transmission fluid out of my car. I’m sorry, but I can’t help thinking, "does this place actually have a retirement plan?"It’s just the way it is.

Ya know, we all start at ground zero. Most of us start with very little. Some of us with nothing. We all have the same public school systems. And we have community colleges. We have state universities. We have opportunities to do things with our lives. We also have the opportunities to use condoms, to not have sex with trailer trash that’s gonna get knocked up. We have opportunites. We have decisions to make during our lives. Yes I think it’s perfectly fantastic when you’re a senior in high school and working as a cashier at Costco. I think that’s great. When you’re 16, 17, or 18 … that’s great. But when I read these stories in the newspaper about people working at Albertsons the supermarket, talking about going on strike, and you got interviews with 38 year old people who are cashiers … I’m laughing my butt off at you. I’m laughing my butt off. I’m sorry, I know it’s politically incorrect to say this, because you’re suppose to say that everyone is equal, everything is beautiful in it’s own way, you’re suppose to say these things, right? And every job is good and great to have hard working Americans … that’s what you’re suppose to say. But the reality is that some of you guys just decided to ride bear back when you were 16 and now you’re stuck going on strike at Albertsons or where ever you’re going on strike. You kidding me?

ok i am about to have my 2nd baby, and my daughter will be around 21 months when this one comes. we usually walk her around the grocery store if its me and my hubby (one to wrangle her up when she decides to run a muck, or we just sit her in the cart, depends where we are) but whats the easiest way to shop with 2 babies? i mean in wal mart im not going to want to be pushing a dual stroller and a shopping cart. i dont think it would be very easy holding my daugthers hand as i am pushing a cart. with the new baby, i will sit the car seat in the shopping cart (the front part) but where does my toddler go? this sounds soo silly, but im wondering, how do you shop with your babies??
wow, brainfart! i didnt even think of a sling!! THANK YOU!! YAY

… Pablita and her litter of 6 kids can walk into the grocery store every morning after their Dad has gone to work for /hr cash under the table..and buy carts full of groceries with their WIC/EBT.

I’m half hispanic and surely wouldn’t go out of my way to degrade my mother’s background. So why am I considered "racist" for pointing out the obvious. …because if I saw SusieJane doing the same thing..I’d call her on it too….
I guess I don’t feel too much compassion because I was parentless and homeless as a teenager and I found my way all on my own. Now, I know that it may be different for a younger child..but does anyone make the connection that some people continue to pop out children that they can’t afford because we have a legal system that encourages it?
To the person who said I should "mind my own business" and "stop being nosy". IT IS MY BUSINESS. Pablita is spending my HARD EARNED tax dollars and I’m wondering why I don’t get more of a say in where they go.
To be quite frank, I’m worried about the wellbeing of our American children…the ones who are being neglected left and right because we have others coming in here to openly abuse the system.
Until every American child is being assisted with their education, placed in proper foster homes, and/or completely healthy…WHY WOULD ANYONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND GIVE FREE HANDOUTS TO THOSE WHO ARE NOT FROM OUR COUNTRY?

It’s like me having a broken down house….shouldn’t I fix it first before I attempt to help the rest of the neighborhood fix theirs?
FYI:::: I NEVER SAID THE WALL STREET ABUSERS WERE NOT A PROBLEM..but that is not the issue at hand right now.

You name your stuffed animals after jrockers.
You want to go to Build-A-Bear and try to make a jrock teddy and put a bandanna around it’s nose and call it Reita…>.>
You meet new people when they ask who the girl on your folder/binder/whatever is and you respond with "Actually that’s a guy."
the minute you find out about the next jrock concert, you immediately start planning: hotel, flight, etc.
in class, you start daydreaming about jrockers and wish they were teaching class
You know you’re obsessed when you wait through an entire movie, just to hear a jrock song playing in the credits. *cough* Saw IV *cough*
You know you’re obsessed when you buy the Saw IV movie only for the XJapan video at the end.
The game "hide and seek" has a completely different connotation to you. (i.e. X-Japan and Psycho le Cemu)
You know you’re obsessed when you make a myspace solely for the purpose of adding your favorite Jrock bands.
You know you’re obsessed when you buy a product, simply because you saw your favorite jrocker use it/in a commercial for it.
You need jrock to get through the day.
You’ve found it difficult to listen to any music that’s not in a foreign language.
you know you’re obsessed when you start to hyperventilate when your parents say you can’t go to a certain concert that you’ve been dying to go to for months
your cellphone background is a jrocker(Mine is Takuya from An Cafe >///<)
You know your obsessed when you unintentionally scar the men in your World Music class by telling them that yes, Yoshiki is a man
You know you’re obsessed when you start placing Jrockers as roles in books you read because you think that they would be perfect as that character. >.> *guilty*
You lose your job at the mall when you play dir en grey over the speakers…
You’re own mother refuses to take you to the grocery store because you insist on taking up the entire shopping cart…
After watching the Misery PV you ate only Kix cereal
You hide in trashcans
You play with coat hangers
You check out every spider you find in your house, just to see if its pink
The Fed ex people know you by name
You don’t need adult entertainment, you have Vanilla! (^////^)
when Ebay and Paypal have you targeted for specific buys
When you can’t stop talking about a jrocker’s body parts in a way that creeps others out but to you it’s just admiring them.
you may add if you want & I still need to add more myself ^_^
If you’ve watched [KR]Cube over and over, just to see Shinya’s legs. ^///^
You cannot go through the day without singing the aforementioned song out load and making people look at you funny…
You try to stress your voice to sound like your favorite vocalist…
People wonder whether you are a guy or girl…
You breakout randomly with an air guitar solo and scream or growl as loud as you can…
You learned Japanese just so you could speak the same language as your favorite artists…
You write symptoms that prove you are addicted to JRock…You know your obsessed with J-Rock when you spend the next few months planning what banner (for the band) your gonna make even though the next concert is like 6 months away
You know your obsessed with j-rock when you sit in front of your computer for days pressing the refresh key just so you can be the first to purchase (general admission?) tickets
You know your obsessed with j-rock when you walk into the anime jungle/kinokuniya cd store
Your iPOD has exploded because you tried to shove so much on it
You compliment people by saying "You look like Yoshiki!" or "You’re as cute as Miyavi!"
You have a gang of friends that all have stolen Jrockers names(I stole Reita’s, Miyavi’s, Kai’s, & so many more XD)
Said friends sign school papers with Jrock names, then when the teacher says "Who is Miyavi?" or "what is this, who signs their name in Japanese?"(did that with my science teacher "Whose Miyavi!!!" XD)
Touche Felix Touche
When you have dreams of going to JRock concerts and waking up disappointed that you’re not actually there…
When you decorate anything you can get your hands on with JRock related things
When you have JRock stickers but refuse to use them because they’re too precious to just ‘waste’
The license plate on your car is personalized with a Jrockism
You can’t wake up in the morning without listening to Jrock..it’s like caffeine…
when you can tell someone every CD release date and tour date of your favorite band since they started but can’t remember what you did yesterday!
If you can remember you fav jrocker’s birthdays better then you families
On Christmas or your birthday when you get a gigantic box with your name on it, you immediately shout "OMG You got me Miyavi!!!!! You’re the best!!!! Oh… its a puppy… thanks Mom and Dad…. he’s great."
You have a new love for Starbucks because of a certain drummer *cough*Nao*cough*
Your significant other asks you "Who do you love more, me or Miyavi" and your like "Oh honey, you shouldn’t even have to ask that!" your partner walks away smiling, but little do they know, you meant Miyavi.
When you have named not only your stuffed animals, but your bathroom products after jrockers (examples: hide the electric toothbrush, Toshi the tube of toothpaste (a nice alliteration), Yoshiki the dental floss, and Heath the hand soap.
You soooo want a Jrock musical
You’ve tried to make a Jrock musical…
When English singing sounds unfamiliar and strange to you.
You beg your parents for hours until they let you go to your favorite jrock concert
You treat every jrock item you own as if it were a newborn child(Guilty >.>
You get the urge to buy miyabi lotion while reading about it
You always say hello to your jrock posters whenever you pass by them.
You daydream during class about your favorite jrock band and get an "F" in that class. o_o (That could explain the F)
You capitalize all your X’s
You’ve watched the Animal Planet and named all the animals you see after jrockers like: awww that fox is sooo Gackt and awww that bunny is totally Miyavi!!! awww O.o GACKT JUST ATE MIYAVI!!!!!! Bad Gackt, spit out Miyavi this instant! No more bandmates for you!!!!
You know you’re obsessed w/ Jrock when you go onto YouTube and look up dancing videos (of Miyavi) and attempt to do what he is doing…
You know, you’re obsessed with jrock, when all your family-members think you’re gay for loving their looks. -_-”
When you really have to go to the bathroom but don’t cause you don’t want to miss your favorite part of the PV/Song..
(I just did that with Burial Applicant lol >.>)

I just foudn out that whenever my friend forgets his wallet or something at the supermarket, he will just leave his cart full of food in the middle of aisle. That totally pissed me off because I work at a grocery store, and a lot of times the perishables in the cart go bad if they are not put away? This costs the store money, and hurts the business. I was just wondering how many people out there have done this. And if you have, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DONT DO IT AGAIN.

I am disabled & when I go to the grocery store I use one of the available battery operated scooter’s, people will walk in front of me, stand that talking to their friend or if they see me trying to reach something up high will grab the same item next to it & walk away. There are very few people that are nice enough to be kind & helpful.
Well gee Chiliswoman, thanks a lot for the understanding, good for you !
What town do you live in ? Some place where all of the people are goodie-2-shoes all of the time ?
To Hoochie, wht all you said is a classic cop-out for being too busy to ask if someone needs help !
The speed of the scooters here are slow, to stop, I couldn’t run over a turtle !
To "John S" Your 22 years old & have no idea or understanding what an older, disabled person is going through. Yes, I see perfectly able "walking" people use the scooters that are just big fat people that are too fat & lazy to walk. Sometimes the scooters are all being used by idiots that don’t need them. I come into a store with a walker & do not have the ability to walk through a huge grocery store without the use of a scooter. I do not run people or kids down ! You were probably the guy that took the last handicapped parking space too WITHOUT a permit ! I feel so sorry for your wife & yes, she has the right to be pissed at you, your an idiot !

I go into a grocery store 2-3 times monthly and on almost every occasion I get stuck in line behind someone using an Access card(food stamp debit card). I see all kinds of goodies in their cart or up on the conveyer belt, cookies , snacks, soda-pops, nice cuts of meat(whcih I don’t see a problem with the meat, its just the principal of the matter). After seeing what is in their cart I look up to see nicely dressed citizens with name brand clothes in great condition, their nails are all done up and their hair is in some fancy updo or nicely groomed looking professionally done. They vary in race but its usually some skinny white lady, or some thick black lady, no kids in sight. I get irked everytime wondering what is wrong with this picture! I have thought about this many times, but finally have come up with a solution to fix the system instead of just griping about it. I would like to circulate my ideas through-out the communities ,and get signatures of those who agree, any ideas?

I baby sat a young boy from the age of 16 mos to three years of age. He was with me an awful lot. At times more the 40 hours a week. "appointments" that lasted over five hours at a time. Don’t get me wrong, Christopher was a joy.

I wanted to ask other parents what they thought of this. I went to the store one evening with Christopher and his mother before they could drop me off at home. The mother let Christopher run wild down the aisles of this gigantic grocery store. At first I tried to blow it off. Reminding myself. "Hey your not babysitting right now. Mommy dearest is right there." But as we went to check out, toddler finally in tow (Because I called him over), he broke loose and went running down the aisles and out of sight. This time I went to go get him, and I brought him back. His mother freaked on me. "He’s okay, you’re not his mother." I’m sorry, letting your kid run around in the grocery store when your not paying attention is one heck of a way for you child to go missing. I was always taught when you have small children you don’t turn away from them to browse, you don’t walk away from the cart when their in it and you definitely don’t let them run around while you shop!

I don’t know maybe because she was there I should have just let it go, but it really pissed me off. I don’t have any children myself, but I am an adult and I still felt responsible. Should I have step back? or was Mom out of line?

they walked with you in the grocery store (for example) and did not have to sit in the cart?

Last time I asked this lots of people said that they never used carts, and so I tried it, and I will never do that again. Even though he was being ‘good’ he still had to ‘show’ me everything; which meant he was touching items on the shelf. And when he promised not to touch the peanut butter, he then promptly went over to ‘show’ me jelly (for instance). It was a disaster. He is now condemned to the cart indefinitely.

My son is 10 months old, sits independently but is not crawling yet (any day now!). We go out to eat at least twice a week and usually we bring him in in the carseat carrier and then he sits on my husband’s lap for most of the meal, eating little bites from our plates. If we’re eating something that needs two hands, we set him in the carseat for a little while. Usually we either have the carseat on a booth bench, on a stable chair, or in one of those "carseat holders" that some restaurants have.
When I’m on my own with him in a restaurant, I bring a booster seat with tray that has safety straps. I can’t stand that carseat.

So far we haven’t put him into one of those wooden highchairs that restaurants have for kids, and we haven’t put him into a grocery cart seat either. (At the grocery store I have him in the BabyBjorn.) I’m afraid that he’ll lean over and fall out!

How old were your kids when you started putting them in these chairs/seats? Did they try to escape/fall out?

I have a 5 year old. For her happiness as well as mine, I hire a sitter when attending events that I don’t deem to be child-friendly. I also don’t frequent adult places when hanging out with her. It’s unfair to her to expect a child of this age to sit through a lecture on modern art or sit for hours at a coffee house.

I moved to a new town and parents here seem to not to understand this. I go for date night at a nice sushi place and parents are screaming as their kids refuse to pipe down. I go to a coffee house with work and next to the college students are women with screaming infants and toddlers. I went to the grocery store this morning. A child of about four started throwing a terrible temper tantrum and the mother started swearing at him in the middle of the store. My daughter was in the cart and I simply did not know how to respond to this. What is the right way to deal with these rude parents? I’ve joked that I should just stop wasting money on sitters, but…
I don’t consider a grocery store an "adult place." That experience is what made me come here. I have the general sense that parents who disrespect their children like that create disrespectful children. Look. There are lots of people in a store. Most parents walk around with their kids tantrum-free. I also don’t think tantrums are appropriate after a certain age. My daughter would not dare and I take her at least once a week.

I’m not rich. A sitter does not have to cost an arm and a leg. There’s a sweet girl next door who has a little sister of about 8 who adores Grace. She comes back feeling like the very mature big girl she wants to be, hot pink mani-pedi included. I pay an hour for an average of about 4 hours a week.

I’m a newly single parent working f/t no less. My kid (and the kids of most people) manage to behave.

There are exceptions, but a rested child with parents who believe in discipline and expect good behavior will generally not experience these issue

OKAY so the kid isnt BAD!
My brother (turning 9 this week) has a friend who is over our house CONSTANTLY (friend is also 9). My mom and step dad dont realize it but this boy influences my brother to do things that he normally wouldnt do. I’m not saying that my brother is a saint, because he isnt.

Here are a few examples:
My brother has a go-cart but he is only allowed to ride it when an adult can closely supervise and when the ground is dry (so that its not all muddy) etc.. My brother knows when its okay to ask to ride the go-cart and when its not (IE: if it just got finished raining, my brother wont ask) this is a typical convo between the two
Friend: "can you ask your mom if we can ride the go cart?"
Brother "not today, its too wet outside"
Friend "Well then i minus well just call my mom and go home if we’re not going to ride it"
And then my brother says "okay i’ll ask" and he bothers my mom for HOURS, non stop, asking to ride the thing.

More details coming
I’m 20 years old (21 next week) and my bedroom is directly accross from my brothers, so when the two kids are in his room I hear basically everything that goes on.

Now, this wouldnt be such a huge problem other than a few things.
1. I dont like my brother being pushed around like that
and
2. As well as the friend CONSTANTLY being over, I’m CONSTANTLY watching the kids. I’m sourt of like a "live in babysitter" lol. For example my mom had a dr appt today and asked me to get the kids off the bus (never told me that this friend would be coming over as well)

when my mom asks me to watch the kids so that she can go out to eat, or to the grocery store, she always forgets to mention that the friend is here too.

I’ve talked to my mom about it, telling her I probably wouldnt mind but I’d like to be prepared and that she needs to try to communicate better with me…
I’ve also shared my feelings about the friend but they’re convinced that hes a great kid!

For those who don’t know what coscto is: It is a huge warehouse where they sell things in bulk, at wholesale… The aisles are 20 or 40 feet high, the shopping carts are double the size of a grocery store, unless people are using carts which are 4 times as big. Forklifts going up and down the aisles (I believe Sam’s Club is similiar)

Anyway, I go there with my mom (she has a membership) and if I so much as leave the side of her shopping cart, people cart right into me! I’ll wait patiently to cross the aisle, and no one will slow down enough for me to dart through the river of huge shopping carts. if i am standing near a sample table (where they give out samples of a food they are selling) people actually hit me with their shopping carts trying to get to the food.

if i don’t have a shopping cart, am i not a person??

Anyway long question short: does anyone else notice this?

My son is two, and he is a hitter. So bad I dont even want to bring him to the nursery at my moms church or anywhere else cas Im afriad hes going to hit a kid or an adult. I feel I am to blame for this because since he was the age of reaching and grabbing Ive smacked his patties. This was used for things like the stove and other things that were harmful or werent to be touched. Now I have created a monster. I was in the grocery store and flipped my hand over and smacked it because he didnt want to sit in the grocery cart seat. (YIKES) I am due in august with my second child and Im petrified. What do I do to reverse this ? Im not doing the smack patties thing anymore..what can I do ?

Hmmmm.. it seems to me that one member of the Yahoo! Answers community is very closed minded about what should or should not go in the cart at the grocery store. I thought maybe we could help her be more open-minded about our questions and perhaps inspire her to think outside the box.

I’ll start! I put my 3 month old baby in the shopping cart in her carseat and I will deinitely let her sit up front in her shopping cart seat cover when she is old enough because I have severe back problems and, although I’d love to, I can’t always carry her in a sling or front carrier. In fact, I have even put my dog in the shopping cart before! :>)
I agree but I’m tired of hearing how "there’s no reason anything besides food belongs in a grocery cart" Everyone is different and different ideas, advice about parenting should be respected not put down by her.
I don’t feel inferior. I FEEL that her responses are often unnecessarily rude.

I had a money clip with cash, license, and insurance card in my pants pocket when I left the grocery store. I was riding in electric cart to car and it must of slipped out.

I went to a grocery store and purchased 6.87 worth of items.

The cashier thought the credit card machine was not working, therefore, swiping my card 3 times.

I look at my bank statement online the following day, and it shows 4 total debits of 6.87. This means my grocery cart cost me 0.61, plus the 6.87 that is rightfully theirs.

I take my statement to the manager, and the manager refuses to credit my account until a huge fuss is made.

This is the cheapest place to purchase groceries, so I went the following week and well…. the manager came up to me in public and told me "Excuse me, management would prefer if you did not shop here anymore. Please exit now. Thank you."

Being ripped off and being humiliated in public, and being thrown out of a store when I did nothing wrong –

do I have any legal defense?

Does the store owner have the right to do this?