The shopping cart leads a sad, under-appreciated existence. He is pushed around. He is battered by cart collectors, and mauled by unattentive parking lot drivers. He is left for dead in dark alleyways.
We take shopping carts for granted. After all, how would we buy a 16-pound bag of jumbo shrimp at Costco without the assistance of his sinewy, steel arms? How would we keep our children from wreaking havoc on the soup can aisle without his handy baby seat?
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Well, what do you want me to say? I don't get it. I will read your post once again. Bye!
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