What you need is some decently sized children to put in the cart to act as a counterweight (kids love that shit too; some of my happiest memories as a kid is being allowed to sit in the cart as my mom was shopping, and having her pile up the groceries on top of me until I’m just a head poking out. If she knew how happy that made me, I reckon she would have done it more often.
Man it sucks to be huge. I used to love doing that. Especially doing it from the front of the cart and doing some sick drifts.
What you need is some decently sized children to put in the cart to act as a counterweight (kids love that shit too; some of my happiest memories as a kid is being allowed to sit in the cart as my mom was shopping, and having her pile up the groceries on top of me until I’m just a head poking out. If she knew how happy that made me, I reckon she would have done it more often.