Questionable Millinery
The We're Here! gang is looking for shopping carts in the wild today. This is staged (obvi) so I won't put it in the shopping cart group...
The story behind this little trolly:
My lifelong friend Robin and I, in our late teens (or was it early 20s?), used to roam about in Vancouver's East End late at night. We liked walking up and down the alleys and residential streets -- you always saw interesting things. Almost every time we did this, we found shopping carts lying about. If we didn't see one right away, we would stand on a corner and bellow, "SHOPPING CAAAAAART!" We would always find one right after doing that. No, seriously!
One of us would get in the shopping cart, and the other would push. We would take turns pushing each other up and down the streets, laughing like maniacs. Many years later, she gave me this cute little shopping cart to remind me of those fun times.
Questionable Millinery
The We're Here! gang is looking for shopping carts in the wild today. This is staged (obvi) so I won't put it in the shopping cart group...
The story behind this little trolly:
My lifelong friend Robin and I, in our late teens (or was it early 20s?), used to roam about in Vancouver's East End late at night. We liked walking up and down the alleys and residential streets -- you always saw interesting things. Almost every time we did this, we found shopping carts lying about. If we didn't see one right away, we would stand on a corner and bellow, "SHOPPING CAAAAAART!" We would always find one right after doing that. No, seriously!
One of us would get in the shopping cart, and the other would push. We would take turns pushing each other up and down the streets, laughing like maniacs. Many years later, she gave me this cute little shopping cart to remind me of those fun times.