I never expected a simple trip to Walmart to end with a police report. My name is Amanda, and I had gone shopping for groceries while my husband stayed home with our two children. As I picked up a shopping cart, a woman suddenly shouted, “Excuse me! That was MY cart!” I pointed out that dozens of other carts were available, but she became angry and called me a brat. Rather than argue, I wished her a good day and went inside, believing the incident was over.
Forty minutes later, I returned to the parking lot and discovered a shopping cart wedged against my car. My driver’s-side door had a deep dent and a long scratch through the paint. Nearby stood the same woman, who seemed amused by what had happened. When I asked whether she had damaged my vehicle, she shrugged and suggested I should not park where carts could hit it. I photographed her license plate and contacted the store manager, who arrived with a loss-prevention employee named Tasha.
