Mad Maxine, the kamikaze shopping cart drivers at supermarkets. They exit aisles at warp speed and blow through intersections without the slightest thought that there just may be other people in the store. Even pit row has speed limits and common sense protocols to prevent collisions among Formula 1 race cars. I am aware that as a male, I am on their God driven turf, but man alive, they make those supermarket lanes dangerous! Recently I was stopped near the end of an aisle so that I could see if the main road aisle was clear for me to enter when Mad Maxine came flying around the corner. I had to jerk my cart clear of her path in order to keep her from running into me. She grunted something, obscene I'm sure, and gave me the stink-eye as if it was my fault.