The devil herself.
I rolled an elderly man for his shopping cart today.
It started innocently enough, he was about eighty thousand years old, coming from around the front of his car with a shopping cart in tow.
He had just closed his trunk as I was pulling up to the parking spot next to him.
He began to walk toward the entrance, I assumed to return the cart he had just used.
"Sir!" I said loudly, he had not heard me.
"Sir! It's okay, go back you your car! I've got that for you!" I raised my already pitched voice.
I caught up to him, which was not hard, because he had a cane, which even now the thought makes me wince. I placed my hands on the cart and began to gently pull it away from him.
He said in a meek voice " no I can do it."
"No, sir." I said beemingly, convinced I had done my good deed for the day, " It's mine now, you can go back to your car."
He let me take control of the cart and I was smiling, walking into the store, when I began to notice he was following me.
I stopped and turned, just to catch him shuffling over slowly to the line of carts set next to the entrance.
HE NEEDED A CART. HE WAS GOING INTO THE STORE. OH HOLY BABY JESUS, I JUST RIPPED THAT CART FROM THAT POOR OLD MAN'S FINGERS.
I tried to redeem myself by returning the cart, trying to guide his hand back onto it, he was not having it and I began to get dirty looks from my fellow consumer whores. .....Bitches.
I am evil.