Confronting Strangers

Rarely do I endorse confronting strangers. In today's world, it's usually too risky. You might get shot over something completely idiotic. However, if the situation seems safe and I feel like I have to say something - I usually say it. Some of my more memorable (humorous) episodes have been getting into a tiff at the Academy of Music with another patron and an attendent over a seating discrepancy (did NOT use the F-Bomb but I told the guy to "kiss my ass") , another tiff with a parking lot attendent in the city after they wanted me to pay for an hour for running inside and asking directions (the F-Bomb was used), my scrape with a company contracted by DirecTV when I moved 2 years ago (I told a Russian guy he better get in his truck and leave and he wisely did), my nose-to-nose with a guy in my Septa lot a few years ago who honked at me to make a left going into the lot between cars going 70 mph (I politely told him what I was going to do with his horn if he ever honked at me again), and the time my wife and I watched a woman in a parking lot let her cart roll away and slam into another car (I was semi-polite to her but I let her know how lousy it was to drive away). I had another small incident yesterday that was so small it didn't even register with me to tell my wife last night when I returned (my daughter was there anyway and I forgot once she went to bed). I went to Costco to buy a few items and as I was getting out of my car a woman between 35-45 was putting things in her truck and my right front bumper was near her left back bumber in the lot. Her cart was about 12" from my car. I had a feeling she was going to leave the cart there and it was very windy yesterday. i got out and started walking to the door and I turned around about 10 seconds later and the cart was still there - empty. I turned around and walked back and she was still standing at the side of her truck. I was VERY NON-confrontational but I asked her if she was planning on leaving the cart that close to my car. Without a care in the world, she just stared at me. I pointed out that the return bin was about 15 yards away. She replied "It's not like it's going anywhere" with the tone of a spoiled brat. If I was a cat my tail would have been bushy as she started to get in her vehicle. I took 5 more steps to get the cart myself as I said something like "lazy ass people make me sick" loud enough for her to hear me. What's wrong with people? I would have felt embarassed if I were her but I think she was proud and thought she was right. Take the extra steps.....it won't kill you and maybe you'll drop a few pounds while you're at it. I felt like pushing the cart into her truck but I squashed that feeling hoping she won't do it again. I think that's why I have to open my big mouth sometimes. I'm just hoping that maybe when she went to bed last night - she'll reflect and feel bad and maybe never do it again. Who knows. I at least felt better that I said something because I would have regretted it the rest of the day if I had not.