Hold it right there missy

I'm usually a confrontation-avoider, but today I rose to the occasion. I did laundry this morning. I have a great cart for ... carting all the clothes down to our building's basement. I bought it years back for my grandmother to use to carry her groceries home from the store. After she passed I inherited it. It holds alot and has been extremely handy. I even get comments on it on the elevator, people wanting to know where I bought it, etc.

As I do every laundry day, after starting the washers I left the cart in the laundry room, stowed next to our machines. When I returned a half hour later to switch from washer to dryer, I spied a young girl, maybe 13, at one of the dryers, standing over the cart about to drop a newly-dried handful of clothes into it...she was looking up and questioning her mother whether she should use it. The mom signaled the go-ahead and the clothes went into the cart. I went into action.

"That's my cart."

She apologized and left the cart, confrontation over. At least it didn't come to fisticuffs.