Aligned in the snow

We've all had our little spats with them. That indignant wrestle in the aisle. We've pushed them, pulled them. Watched them glide sideways into the side of someones car. It is a definite love-hate relationship with the supermarket trolley. No wonder they end up in canals!
I think the snow tends to quell their antics. No longer can they dictate where they decide to go. They, like us are at the mercy of the snow.