42 Dreams of Arizona Bay

Third cart makes acquaintance of other two. It’s brown with plastic grating, and it’s filled with stuff. Shopping cart guy tells the roommate that he just has some cleaning to do. He’s had stuff outside the apartment, and a bunch of boxes next to what must be his inoperable van.
Guy’s got some nice boxes. I’d [...]

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A new shopping cart has made the acquaintance of the old stinky one. Unlike the stinky one, this one is unoccupied. For the moment.
I’d like to think it’s just a temporary stay.
Perhaps the traveler is trying to convince its older, smellier companion that it’d have fun breaking free from the shopping cart guy, ridding itself [...]

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Shopping cart guy was last seen heading down the road. Don’t know where he’s headed. Maybe looking for more bottles.
It’s odd to sometimes see my neighbor elsewhere, out of the context of a mumbled how’re you doing at the door or on my way to the car. I’ve seen him at the grocery store a [...]

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The old stinky cart has reappeared under the steps. A new, shiny one with only a couple of pieces of trash sits directly in front of the neighbor’s door.
I pull into my parking space just as the shopping cart guy pulls into his space. Not the one under the stairs in front of my door, [...]

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Shopping cart guy’s cart is moved to the side of the building, in front of his apartment, on the grass, where it can apparently leak without staining the concrete.

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Perhaps somebody has said something to shopping cart guy. I noticed after the pink crap debacle that the shopping cart seemed to disappear from permanent residency, at least.
It has been replaced, at times with a trash can with wheels, with a makeshift handle. It has a few boxes inside. I think there’s another can of [...]

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