Karen

You glance around, but the bay is empty—no other trolleys in sight. Her grip tightens on the handle, eyes daring you to protest. Part of you wants to challenge her, but the other part weighs whether it’s worth the hassle. With a tight sigh, you take a step back, already bracing for a long, awkward walk to the far end of the car park in search of another. “That’s what I thought. Loser” the woman shouts…