3. The Cart

Sometimes I am so strong this cart is like a feather. Betty, warrior princess. I like having a bat in there, just in case. Never had to use it. At least I think it's in there. What if I lost it? There was that time those kids took my cart away, maybe they took my bat. They were riding my cart around the park, laughing and throwing the dolls and shoes. There wasn't anything I could do, just had to wait until they got tired of riding the cart. I cried then too. Almost anyone would be upset about that happening, not just me. After they left I gathered up my stuff and loaded the cart very carefully. I think the bat was in there. Better check!

Whew. The plunger is in there too. And the brick. I feel much better.

Maybe I'll go over to the news stand. I like the news stand It's dark and very tiny and the smell reminds me of something good in the past, but I can't remember what. Wait. What day is this? Oh yeah, Sunday. News stand not open yet. Oh, well. Guess I'll sit on this bench for awhile and disturb this fine lady and her fancy dog.

There she goes. Score one for the team.

The guys scare away a lot more people than I do, but I have the biggest cart, which scares some people even more. I don't know why. My cart doesn't smell near as bad as some of the drinkers do. However, the cart definitely limits where I can go. I am not footloose and fancy free like Gary and Mike. I got responsibilities. The only bathrooms my cart fits in are the cement ones in the parks, which I hate because they are fureezing. But you gotta wash up. When Cal's around I can let him watch my cart. Then I get to use a nice bathroom. I know where all of them are too.

That tatoo girl was being nice. Kids don't know any better.

5/5/07