Metal on Metal

Slipped past the hedge and hit the open asphalt, done staring at kitchen counters. Down at the sloped end of the grocery lot sat a rogue wire shopping cart with a crooked front caster, practically begging for a push. I hauled myself onto the rear axle, locked my gauntlets onto the chrome push bar, and gave the asphalt two savage kicks with my studded heel. We barreled down the grade, wheels shrieking like mad, until—*BAM!* We plowed straight into the nested stack inside the cart corral. A glorious, deafening accordion crash of battered steel echoed across the blacktop. Clambered up the handlebar and smirked at the impact. Heh. Now that’s parking.