In The Ghetto
A couple days ago, Al and I noticed that a shopping cart had been consistently residing on his front lawn. Now, neither of us are sure if it's someone's "house", or if it was just the aftermath of a grocery shopping trip with an extremely lazy buyer, but we came to be kind of accustomed to seeing it every day. Each of us had some comforting level of security knowing that regardless of how blistering the heat grew to be, that little shopping cart would keep truckin' just for us. We give it space, never crowding or demanding joy rides from it, and in return, it respects our humble sentiments. I dare say, we, well, we love that little shopping cart.
Last night as we pulled into his drive way some drunken 14 year olds were stumbling by. We watched as they pushed each other, slurred some indecipherable statement and then, in an extremely uncalled for bout of deviance PUSHED OUR LITTLE SHOPPING CART.
"What the hell are they doing?" Al asked, "That kid thinks he's so strong."
"Yeah, what the hell?" I agreed with gusto.
We got out of the car and walked towards his front door, both silent and consumed with our joint thoughts of shopping cart vandalism.
"I really didn't like that, when they pushed the shopping cart. I mean, they THREW it down," Al admitted.
"Yeah! That's OUR fucking shopping cart. Punks."
"I'm really glad you were thinking that too."
Last night as we pulled into his drive way some drunken 14 year olds were stumbling by. We watched as they pushed each other, slurred some indecipherable statement and then, in an extremely uncalled for bout of deviance PUSHED OUR LITTLE SHOPPING CART.
"What the hell are they doing?" Al asked, "That kid thinks he's so strong."
"Yeah, what the hell?" I agreed with gusto.
We got out of the car and walked towards his front door, both silent and consumed with our joint thoughts of shopping cart vandalism.
"I really didn't like that, when they pushed the shopping cart. I mean, they THREW it down," Al admitted.
"Yeah! That's OUR fucking shopping cart. Punks."
"I'm really glad you were thinking that too."
posted by lowercasecarmen at 12:59 PM
10 Comments:
so....where's the "and then we went and pushed THEM over!"?
you know how you know if you live in the ghetto or not. When you leave for work in the morning and you have to swerve to avoid 9 shopping carts in the middle of the road, thats a ghetto.
I hate the gangsta' kids round here.
Wait where did they push it to!? Did they take it with them or did they hurt it?
I'm actually worried for this little shopping cart :S
Naw if they had even thought about taking it we would've gone ape shit.
well, i dunno, they where pretty strong lookin' 14 year olds...
them little gangster acting tough, how would they feel if we abused their shopping carts?
i actually also care about the shopping cart now.
just today i was driving home from work, and i saw the same black suburban parked on the side of the road that is there every morning and every night when i come home from work. it belongs to a guy who picks strawberries in a field near the highway...i guess he sleeps in a tent there until strawberry season is over. i take comfort in seeing that truck there everyday, it's always consistant, and i always trust it will be there...it never lets me down. so i understand your woes with the shopping cart. i hope he's doing ok. send my love.
This is like that Little Toaster movie all over again
al - yeah fo sho, I'm thinking they were into creatine?
kevbo - I figured following them home would be a little too, uhh, fourtenish.
foXXy and Krista - I appreciate your kind thought and I'll be sure to pass them on.
ridley - I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about. I do think, however, that it sounds brilliant.
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