Thread title is an interesting little letter mixup for the purposes of the story. Obviously.
I'm already out of the building, in the corner of the parking lot, waiting for my ride. Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone wheel a shopping cart out to his SUV. He unpacks his stuff, and leaves the cart in the middle of the next parking spot, right in the middle so that no car can get into the spot.
Pretty awful of him, really. He gets into his SUV. But the cart isn't finished. No. The cart rolls forward slightly, as the front wheels slooowly turned back around toward an angle they could roll forward into, and rolled down with the ever so slight natural slope of the parking lot and right into the path of his SUV.
But he didn't see the shopping cart, as it was already low below the line of sight of his SUV. As the SUV pulled out, the cart in front of it got caught between the SUV and a pole to its side, and scraped up the side of the SUV something awful.
Return your carts, kiddo.
I'm already out of the building, in the corner of the parking lot, waiting for my ride. Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone wheel a shopping cart out to his SUV. He unpacks his stuff, and leaves the cart in the middle of the next parking spot, right in the middle so that no car can get into the spot.
Pretty awful of him, really. He gets into his SUV. But the cart isn't finished. No. The cart rolls forward slightly, as the front wheels slooowly turned back around toward an angle they could roll forward into, and rolled down with the ever so slight natural slope of the parking lot and right into the path of his SUV.
But he didn't see the shopping cart, as it was already low below the line of sight of his SUV. As the SUV pulled out, the cart in front of it got caught between the SUV and a pole to its side, and scraped up the side of the SUV something awful.
Return your carts, kiddo.
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