If you turned the wrong way you were either drunk or in a wheelchair. That's the wheelchair door over there but I really did see a drunk guy go that way once.
I went to the end once and found some sort of office and a restroom to the left. The foul stench of minimum wage hung heavy in the air. I felt like a little bunny rabbit who had wandered into a dog pen where mean, smelly, low paid dogs lay thirsty to ruin our fun.
To the right was the wheelchair entrance into the load area.