Shopping Trolleys

Those days are long gone now when the mighty herds of shopping trolleys would sweep majestically across the wipe open plains of the unspoilt car parks of this land. Of course, that was before mankind hunted them almost to extinction, and those few that are left keep huddled together in their special trolley reserves dotted about what mankind has left of those once mighty car parks that legend has it used to stretch as far as the eye could see without a single supermarket or DIY Megasupastore in sight.

Of course, there is occasionally one stray trolley left alone sometimes near the edge of the car park, maybe it is old and its wheels no longer all move in independent and mutually opposing directions any more, maybe it has lost its breeding chain that enables it to mate with the other trolleys. But, for whatever reason, now it is alone and is therefore easy prey to those troglodytes, or even small bands of Studenti - who like to prey on lone shopping trolleys - often subjecting them to several hours of trolley abuse before sacrificing them in mystical midnight ceremonies to the God of the canals.

Of course, mankind has cruelly abused the shopping trolley, using it as a beast of burden, forcing it to spend hours at a time being pushed down endless-seemingly aisles overloaded with shopping. Then - at the check-out - it is cruelly unloaded and re-loaded before heading back out into the car park where it is unloaded yet again before the now severely traumatised trolley is allowed to rejoin the rest of the herd in the trolley sanctuary.