When you pulled up on your scooter, and parked it, while still running, right there by the bottle exchange area I thought it was a little “entitled”; but you probably spend more time there than me. I offered to move your cart, in order to help expedite your return (and mine). This gave us a chance to talk and I soon learned that you hadn’t “been catching many breaks” lately. Why do I even come to the bottle exchange, I thought to myself? So I felt bad when my cart rolled down the incline and knocked your scooter over, spilling engine parts onto the Fred Meyer parking lot. Adrenaline quickly shot through my body as I wondered if you would get really pissed. Instead, you mumbled that you “couldn’t fucking believe it”. Do you know why you don’t catch many breaks, because you make bad decisions; like parking your scooter at the base of an incline where many people are maneuvering shopping carts full of empty bottles. Still, I do feel sorry for you. So I deposited a few more cans and then decided to slip away, leaving the rest of my empties to you; looks like you did catch a break after all, dumbass…