TTOG:
GET OUT OF THE CART. I don't care what your excuse this week is, just get out of it before I have you and your snickering posse removed from the store.
(Disclaimer: I have a not so good memory but I'm at least 90% convinced I've told the same teenaged girl to get out of the cart over the past few weeks and gotten sassed back with various excuses, from her feet are sunburned to the latest 'her knees hurt' because 'she has Lime's Disease' - this one ticked me off the most since Lime's Disease almost killed my Grandpa... )
To clarify: It was one of the regular red carts.
Though I am also big on making them leave the electric carts and the Caroline cart alone, to get small children out from under the red carts, and get children of all ages from hanging off the red carts. (Seriously parents, common sense! Do you not see how fast you and the other people are moving, the kid could be seriously hurt!)
(Re: kids under carts, I was walking up behind a dad pushing a cart, noticed there was a little girl under the cart in the danger zone and was about to get his attention so to get the child out from under there. And then I did a double take because the little girl was wearing no underpants. Nada. Nothing. and was laying there spread eagle exposed to the whole world. I met my
NOPE limit of the day, turned on my heel and walked away.)
FYI: I also tell them to stop bouncing or throwing balls in the store. (I ended up kicking out a whole family over this - a couple teenage boys in sporting goods thought it would be fun to punt a football down the aisle into the race track,
thankfully not hitting a guest despite how many were shopping that day. I informed them to leave the store immediately. The mom came up wanting to know what was going on and I explained her son's actions and they all left the store.)
And if I catch them climbing or sitting on the shelves, I tell them to stop. Almost got into it with a Mom who was letting her kid sit on one of the display shelves in Toddler/Infants, which as far as I know from the time I worked softlines aren't made for more than 50-75(???) pounds of weight? And then there's the moms who let their kids use the racks in softlines as monkey bars *shudder*
But about the
carts--
Generally if I see braces and crutches, I let it be. I even offer help. I have has bad sprains and other injuries in the past. On top of that, many in my family are disabled. I get that.
But when I see a group of high school or middle school aged kids pushing each other around in the cart with no parental/adult supervision, I ask them politely to get out of the cart. If they don't or start giving me sass back, I let AP handle it.
Why? Because my store is near a couple schools so when they let out it is teen central and they will tear the entire store apart on a regular basis. As a result, AP tends to stay pretty busy.
I've lost count of the drag races and 'bumper car' events I and the others have broken up, using both the red and electric carts. (One of the Electronic teammembers who was getting reshop/returns the same time I was saw me put a halt to two middle school boys who thought they'd drag race down the race track. My actual words were "Do I really have to tell you to get off those carts and get out of my store?". Another fun time was when I caught two girls in the Boys department ramming electric carts into tables and racks, giggling all the way. Again, they were informed to get off the carts and leave the premises. A nearby Mom praised me for it, as she hadn't even seen me coming - I was drawn by the backing up beeping, the crashing sounds, and the giggling from where I had been over in infant hardlines - and was about to swoop in and put the fear of a mom in them herself)
I've also lost count of the amount of times I or other redshirts have been almost mowed down, either by kids running and pushing carts or adults just going too fast and not paying attention. (Thankfully
I was paying attention and had fast reflexes one time, I probably could have ended up pretty badly hurt when one middle school aged kid tried to ram me from behind at full speed with one of the big red kiddie carts, loaded down with his younger siblings/cousins in the two seats and in the actual part of the cart. While I was walking beside their mother and aunt. Whom half-heartedly told him to stop. *sigh*)