The following is based on a true event but must be read as if it were being told by a 1930's detective on the radio.
it was a new day. filled with promise and life. it was short lived though. strangled by the loss of things held dear to me...money and cloths.* i had agreed to take my dearest ma ma shopping. we entered the store. a recent fever spiked and i shed my black nit sweater and lay it in the cart . we walked on. toothpaste was tossed amoungst my sweater that lay strewn on the top part of the shopping cart. a display of face towels toyed with our senses and we abandoned the cart to take a closer look. upon inspection we discovered them to be not what we were searching for. we moved on. but wait! it's gone! our cart has been taken! trying to hold back the panic i searched madly through out the ailes. nothing. just empty glossy ailes freshly waxed. at this point my thoughts were not on my sweater but on the dollar i had so willingly shoved in the cart...wait...my sweater! my sweater was in the cart! it was no longer time to be calm. i was outraged. we had to find that cart! my mother wanted to give up and go home, disapointed in a world where someone would take a cart that so clearly was being used by others. not wanting to leave beaten by the system i shoved her another dollar. my last looney. she retreated to the parking lot in hopes of getting another cart. i persued the mission. i had to find that cart. i searched and searched . scowered every aile. every abandoned cart. every cart occupied by small children. it was hopeless. our cart was gone. my dollar was gone. my sweater was gone!! I gathered myself and presented my plight to the "costomer service" station. nothing could be done. gone. head hanging low i searched once more. but soon the fever took over. i walked to the front of the store. exausted. emotionaly unstable. in walks my mother. no cart. no cart?! before i could begin she told me . the cart took the looney but wouldn't uleash itself from the chain. she was horrified. dissapointed. a gentleman even tried to free the cart but it was usless. so there we stood. no cart. no sweater . no money. we decided to count our losses. we left that store. heads held high. fever running high. we returned home. the sun set and the rains began. and that my friends is the account of how i lost two dollars and a beloved sweater all in one hour.
* This is for dramatization purposes, I hold more dear to me than money and clothing.