It was when she lost her job, that the downward spiral began...
...One day a gleaming, chromed, supermarket public servant, gliding your newly purchased groceries to the boot of your car with typical shopping trolley efficiency...
...and then....
...DISASTER STRUCK...
...the wonky wheel...
...that damned wonky wheel...
...if it hadn't been for that damned wonky wheel...
...They gave her a carriage clock...
...but they couldn't give her, her pride back...
...Now destitute, roaming the streets scavenging other people's cast offs...
...like some steel framed bag lady...
...until today...
...she couldn't go on anymore...
...she just gave up.
Poor, poor shopping trolley.
I hope she goes to shopping trolley heaven.
I wonder if shopping trolley heaven is like a giant supermarket car park.
