"Why is there a shopping cart in the grave yard?"
"Maybe the storm carried it there from the other side of the street..."
"That can't be it, it standing up right."
"Am I crazy is it really there? I might just be tripping."
"Okay I can't be spazzing the wind just made it move"
After I finally stopped doubting it was there I still couldn't figure out why the hell a shopping cart was in a graveyard.
Then it dawned on me. The homeless guy probably left it there. I just gave that a little too much thought.
I finally made it to my truck, I climbed in looked in the mirror and saw that my once beautifully pressed hair is now a mass of waves and curles. The humidity has killed my long tresses. It looks like a lions mane now.
I had about two hours before I had to be at work, so I went to this Arab restaurant called Arab Palace. I went in ordered my food from the sweet old lady. Ate my food then left.
I got to work thirty minutes early. What I saw when I walked in was everything but normal. Jimmy the comedian was standing on the bar telling jokes. All I could do was laugh not because of what he was saying but he looked hilarious standing up there.
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