They're Coming to Get You, Barbara
I come home yesterday from work around 7. As I drive up in front of my house I notice someone has left a shopping cart right at the curb by where I park my car.
"Ha ha! I DO live in the ghetto. Shopping Cart! How quaint! I shall take a photo of this and write a humorous journal entry about this when I get home Wednesday night and have more time".
So I took a picture. And here it is.
See. Cart.
And then I moved it out of the way a bit so i could park my car.
But my jovial, devil may care attitude when I came home tonight.
Ya'll, the shopping cart is pissed and he brought a friend.
Yes, I pulled up in front of my house just before 11pm to find the first cart still there, still in the spot I left it but turned to face the other way, and with another cart.
And it may be a friend. Or it may be a RIVAL CART HE KILLED IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE!
or in my mind:
I fully expect to find another cart hanging from the oak tree in my front yard with its wheels missing tomorrow when I get home.
I come home yesterday from work around 7. As I drive up in front of my house I notice someone has left a shopping cart right at the curb by where I park my car.
"Ha ha! I DO live in the ghetto. Shopping Cart! How quaint! I shall take a photo of this and write a humorous journal entry about this when I get home Wednesday night and have more time".
So I took a picture. And here it is.
See. Cart.
And then I moved it out of the way a bit so i could park my car.
But my jovial, devil may care attitude when I came home tonight.
Ya'll, the shopping cart is pissed and he brought a friend.
Yes, I pulled up in front of my house just before 11pm to find the first cart still there, still in the spot I left it but turned to face the other way, and with another cart.
And it may be a friend. Or it may be a RIVAL CART HE KILLED IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE!
or in my mind:
I fully expect to find another cart hanging from the oak tree in my front yard with its wheels missing tomorrow when I get home.
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-TM