Shopping Carts

w c

Shopping Carts

 

Over many years

Very little has changed

They still have crazy wheels

And a sturdy metal frame

 

They still hold a child

Seated in reverse

And she reaches for everything

When her mom’s head is turned

 

The rides are still a little rough

As the carts have no suspension

And the front ends need aligning

To prevent head-on collisions

 

The carts are still discarded

Around the parking lot

With no groceries left to carry

They’re left where cars are parked

 

A stock boy there corrals them

Into a little pen

And pushes a line of others

While shoppers are coming in

  • Author: w c (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 6th, 2018 00:13
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • JWKP98

    I am a Wal Mart stockman, and I approve this message.

    • w c

      Thanks JWKP98. I appreciate your comment.

    • orchidee

      Good write wc. I was a stockman partly, in a previous job. Some people still don't return them, even though they have to pay to 'unlock' a trolley to use it in the shop.

      • w c

        Thanks orchidee . i too once worked around shopping carts . i appreciate your support



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