I’ve obviously been lacking in the content department in regards to this website lately. There really hasn’t been much that’s been going on that’s very newsworthy. This one will go down into my list of favorites though.
Yesterday, April and I had a cookout at our house for Memorial Day. April’s family came over and we had burgers and stuff on the grill. We all sat outside and enjoyed the nice weather and everyone’s company. For those of you who do not know about the view from our back yard, I will enlighten you. There are several houses where everything is mostly quiet and to the south west of us, directly behind the fire department is one of Brewster’s finer convenience stores. I won’t mention any names, but I’m sure anyone familiar with Brewster knows what I am talking about. Anyhoo, we are blessed with being able to look at their dilapidated building and have the joy of watching a fairly constant stream of vehicles (and sometimes pedestrians) visit the drive-thru facilities. We are also blessed with the fact that the wind blows from the west and blows all of their trash (lottery tickets, empty bottles, cartons, etc.) into our yard.
Ok, so I’m getting off topic, back to the story. So we’re enjoying the cookout and one of the owners of this fine establishment comes out to empty some leaves and brush and stuff into her dumpster. She happens to be using a shopping cart to convey her trash to the dumpster. I really wasn’t paying to much attention, but April said “Hey hun, I think that’s one of your shopping carts”. I looked up and sure enough she was emptying trash from one of our shopping carts. I stared at her a few seconds and then I started walking towards her to see what the deal was. Immediately she started saying “Sorry, Sorry” without even knowing what I was going to say to her. I suspect she thought she was making too much noise while we have our party, but who knows. I asked her what she was doing with one of our carts. She seemed confused, and I suspected she didn’t know who I was, so I pointed to my hat and said “I’m from Belloni Foods, what are you doing with one of our carts”. She said “I not know who it is” “I find in my parking lot” “No name, name pried off” (The Belloni Foods logo on the handle was pried off, but our name is engraved in the metal on the side of the cart. I asked her if she did not agree that this cart looked identical to our carts and she agreed that it did, so I asked her how that was not stealing. She said “I not steal, I not steal”. I told her to empty it out and bring it to me when she was done. She did and repeated “I not steal, I not steal”. I just grabbed it from her and wouldn’t acknowledge her, and I took it back to the store.
My real question is, even if her little story about finding it in her parking lot without a name on the handle is true, what freaking retard would not know where the cart came from. I mean did the magical cart fairy bring it to her parking lot. There are two other businesses in Brewster that have carts other than her’s, ours and the dollar store and the dollar store’s carts are completely different. I mean did she think someone brought it over from Wal-Mart (who’s carts are plastic and grey). She is either completely retarded or she stole it intentionally. Either way it’s a bunch of bull crap.
If anyone happens to be in there and sees any more of our carts, please let me know.
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