Basket Rollercoaster

I had enough of the sticky lemon wedges at the diner, so I hitched a ride on a patron's grocery bag, scampered back down the street, and slipped through my trusty cardboard wedge straight into the house. Sitting right by the washing machine was a massive blue plastic laundry hamper on four tiny swivel casters. Naturally, I clambered up the woven plastic ribs, dived headfirst into a mountain of dirty flannel shirts, and kicked violently against the internal plastic wall. SKRRRR-CRASH! The swivel wheels broke loose across the slick utility tiles, sending the whole chariot barreling full-tilt into the baseboard! I popped up through a thermal sock like a triumphant prairie dog.