This is my trolley. There are many like it but this one is mine. My troller is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my trolley is useless. Without my trolley I am useless. I must steer my trolley true. I must steer straighter than my enemy, who is trying to get discounted meat quicker than me. I must get it from him before he gets it from me. I will. Before God I swear this creed: my trolley and myself are defenders of my shopping, we are the masters of my enemy, we are the saviours of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace. Amen.
Trollee or not trollee. That is the question we must ask ourselves upon rising daily. Do we let the wobbly wheel of life lead us astray to the central isle of distraction, or do we overcome it and stay true to the shopping list of life? No one can answer this but ourselves, and it is a daily battle.
Say it with me -
Trollee or not trollee. That is the question we must ask ourselves upon rising daily. Do we let the wobbly wheel of life lead us astray to the central isle of distraction, or do we overcome it and stay true to the shopping list of life? No one can answer this but ourselves, and it is a daily battle.