The Ultimate Test of Character

The ultimate test of character.

What do you do with your grocery cart after you are finished borrowing it from the store?

If you leave your grocery cart floating in the parking lot because it, "keeps someone a job." You might be a socialist.

If you leave your grocery cart floating in the parking lot and it blows into someone's car, you might be a vandal.

If you leave your grocery cart(that you borrowed) floating in the parking lot because it's, "the store's problem to retrieve it." You might be a thief.

If you leave your grocery cart floating in the parking lot because it's, "too far to walk." You might be lazy.

If you leave your grocery cart floating in the parking lot because you, "have kids in the car." You might be teaching them your lazy, thieving, socialistic, vandal ways.

Don't teach your kids to be lazy, thieving, socialistic, vandals. RETURN YOUR CART!

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