Shopping cart (Blog assignment # 3)

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The day before, our market had an accident. Our clients said that the culprit was the cart. By the time everything became to order, we had understood better the situation. It was a simple one. First, some goon leaves a cart in the hill of the parking because he was hurried. Then, the cart is pushed by some kids "accidentaly" ,causing the cart to go downhill at the speed of a bike at full power. Finally, a poor woman gets hit by the cart, loses balance, and falls in the middle of our street, and gets hit by OUR rented car, to damn it all. In other words, a woman got killed by a daredevil cart. How peculiarly touching.

But the day was just to begin. Every single thing that had to go wrong got worse. Thousands of demands screamed in our ears, at the point that I couldn't even hear my own thinking. Next, the mall is now in danger of being shut by the town, and eventually, my money had to leave the ol' wallet because the family of the woman said so. And yet... yet... I receive today blackmail in my desk, signed by no other but by the woman that was killed yesterday. It was hilarious, I tell you. I wanted to laugh my brains at this stupid joke and end it all right there. Guess what was my consolation? My crazy employees screaming that a ghost was here last night, and left a cart just in the entrance. The cameras said so, they said. "It was that" they said. "We saw it!". Well, hopefully they'll see me too after this day ends.

I no longer live here, because, obviously, you found my suicide note. Last thing to say is... that I am now laughing at the town. May you all accompany me someday and burn in ashes as I am right now, and you too reader, whoever you are. I'm laughing at you, and by the time, watching you from here.........

---Ed---