The year was 1940. Some rubber stamp jockey down at the patent office seals the deal on the most sinister invention known to man: The shopping cart. A bare metal basket. On a metal frame, With wheels. And no means of stopping when left unattended. Thanks a lot, genius. Thanks a whole fnggin' lot. This chariot of destruction not only dents, chips and scratches our cars, it scars our souls as well. We'll carry our own groceries. As real men should.
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