bluevalentine

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.