Don't touch that, Rodent

At work we have a little red wire shopping cart, down an isle that is filled with rather stupid boring overpriced toys that every one seams to think are the greatest things ever invented. Very few of the items down that isle ever sell, yet the isle is always a plethora of elderly and extremely young children who seam to believe that product will sell better on the floor, or shoved into the cupboards on the kitchen display, or Perhaps any where else that they can hide it. The cart though is the bane of my day.
Not a single day goes by where I don’t see that cart being drug around the store by some doltish child who deep down believes that if they can carry it around long enough and Perhaps fill it full enough with as much random crap as they can, their parent, nearly always mom, will by it for them. However every time I see that cart being toted around the store I surely find it in the reshop in the front ( all the items that people have chosen not to purchase, usually after they see the total of their bill).
Bottom line I’m sick of cleaning up after children that the parents are too lazy or dumb to take care of them selves. Need less to say that I shouldn’t type the things that I would wish on these urchin’s. The problem, though, seams to be getting worse also. Each generation seams to abide by fewer and fewer manners. I know that I blame the children, and that it is not their fault that they have poor parents. However they are the faces that poster board the problem so it is easy for me to pass blame to their weak thin boned shoulder.
The real bottom line is that no store should carry toy shopping carts. They are just looked upon by patrons, young and old alike, as a toy to play with in the store, rather than an item to be purchased.