Our local park is bisected by a river. This river is quite picturesque on most days of the year, to the extent that some local wag periodically feels compelled to temper its pastoral loveliness by sticking a shopping trolley in it.
Christmas heralded one such attempt to redecorate. In a fit of public spiritedness, I decided to pull the trolley out, weeds, reeds, dead fish and all. Then what to do with it? Clearly if I left it there, it would inevitably go straight back in, so I walked it out of the park and chucked it in a local skip.
Now you'd think that people would recognise that I was merely demonstrating a bit of civic responsibility, but no. The impression was evidently that I was a card carrying loon who'd just been shopping for riverborne detritus and hit the motherload, to the extent that a woman actually dragged her child to one side then marched it across the boggy grass area to the parallel path to get away from me.
There are two possible conclusions here. First is that as a society, we're so hopelessly jaded and cynical that when we see a bloke with a shopping trolley outside the context of a supermarket, our first assumption is that he's there to murder our children. The second is that I need to get a new wardrobe and shave a bit more often.
Answers on a postcard please.
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