>Push my trolley at woman's trolley You rev your trolley backwards and forwards on its slick casters. Then, squinting slightly to check your aim, you push your shoulders into it and watch it wheeeeeeeel into the brunette's trolley. Clash of the metal beasts! For a second it occurs to you that her trolley, with its greater load, might win--but as the trolleys smack together with a steely tink you know you've won. A smile emerges as her trolley tips, rocks and then falls to its side. Your trolley stands above it, shaking from the contact, but still upright. She turns, shocked by your disruption of her domestic tranquillity. You grin, turn and walk to the exit. No-one makes to follow you. This surprises you, but perhaps they're learning--no matter how many times they lock you up they can't keep a good boy down.