It's no contest: Harris Teeter has the woogety-est shopping carts in Ghent. Imagine a train pulling 300 boxcars of ball bearings over an old under-maintained grade crossing. That's the Harris Teeter shopping cart. And not just the black sheep carts-- every single cart. Once you get used to it, though, the sound gets comfortingly hypnotic. In fact once, heading down a long aisle, I was lulled to sleep, only to be startled awake by having just crashed into an end-cap display of CareLess Saf-T Pads several hundred feet high. It took several hours to dig out all the survivors, although, of course, no one was hurt in the slightest. It was like a fun disaster.