Mrs. Hillbilly Mom does not take kindly to being blamed for circumstances beyond her control. Even if the blaming comes in the form of a stern look from a grocery store employee.
It's not like I was shoplifting or anything. I didn't even go into the store proper. I parked T-Hoe in the second space in a row by the exit door of Country Mart, careful not to ram his front bumper into the two abandoned carts between him and the car across from him. Then I went inside to throw my money away in the scratch-off ticket dispensing machine.
When I came back out, I climbed into T-Hoe to arrange my tickets by size order. I started him up, to cool off his insides. A worker came huffing across the lot. He grabbed those two carts and glared at me.
Next time I run in there to buy some of their expired food, I think I will leave my cart in front of T-Hoe. I've already taken the blame.