I went to a walmart last week for some kitty litter, a candle, graphite spray, bootlaces, and some camo cargo pants. I noticed a giant woman getting off her scooter to go into the rest room. She was about 400lbs. I got on her scooter and rode off, then parked where I could watch her face when she came out. When she waddled out, she looked around like maybe it rolled off a bit, and as she slowly (very slowly) realized it was gone, her face went from horrified, to mad, to dejected, to mad again. I took the Whoppers, frozen pizza rolls, red velvet frosting, Monistat7, and 12 pack of diet coke out of the basket and started towards her. As I got close I put my arm to my chest, curled my fingers, tilted my head, and stuck out my lower lip. I stared at her constantly as I passed by. She was more jealous that I had a scooter than smart enough to realize it was hers. I'm pretty sure she would have knocked me out of it if she thought she could.
I rolled around and kept an eye on her. She eventually made her way back to the front, and when she saw that there were no more scooters, she sat on a bench and waited for one. I took mine to the last row in lawn care (where nobody goes because they a. have no lawns, and b. it's Winter) and dropped it off.