I hate/despise/loathe squeaky carts. The worst ones are the ones that croak like an icebreaker floating in the Antarctic. Apparently I am the only one who actually goes around the branch from cart to cart armed with a can of WD-40. Whenever a coworker sees me they'll say something like, "Finally, that cart was getting on my nerves too." Which leaves me wondering how lazy are my coworkers? They would probably order a whole new cart instead of my route.
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