#372: The Case of the Boosted Buggies
I recently spent some time in one of those corporate apartment complexes. You know the type: a squat, soulless block of rooms, all pre-furnished with identical tables, sofas beds and dishes. And even though it made for a nice enough place to keep my stuff for a while, I wouldn’t really say that this place was… interesting. In fact, the most engaging thing about this complex was the sheer number of abandoned shopping carts left around the grounds. Every. Day. Shopping. Carts. Everywhere. Sometimes you’d turn your back for a second and find one there, staring at you, almost as if it followed you home from the store, wheels squeaking, as if some wanna-be film student was secretly scripting out the world’s worst low-budget horror movie. And then sometimes I’d…