So you're headed to the grocery store to pick up a few of the essentials. You know, bread, milk, some baloney, a jar of peanuts, a 12-pack of Grain Belt Longnecks. Only the things you truly need to survive. You come strolling out the store into the parking lot, and you see it. No, not an abandoned cart against your rear fender. It's a young 'un ( at my age anyone under 40 is a young 'un ) and his pants are hanging down just above the knees.