Is this cart about to ram head-on with this brick wall? (Photo courtesy of reader A.F., 5/21/2010)
When first heard there was a series of photographs and interviews of shopping carts going on at this site, I was like, “Pfffft! How ridiculous! Please! Gimme a *#^@+* break!” Everytime some cart acquaintance of mine got snapped or featured, he or she would come rolling up to me with talk of notoriety and fame. I would just roll my eyes, spew out some choice profanity, and shake my head in disbelief.
Then, I kept seeing people of all sorts taking pictures of my friends (and even a couple of enemies) and I started to feel a little jealous. My head was suddenly filled with questions about why I never got photographed or why my story wasn’t good enough. The whole thing made me question my very existence.
One day, I asked someone with a camera to take a picture of me and send it to Sheepshead Bites. She wanted to hear my “story” — and sad to say, I had none. That is, unless you count being an oversized, bitter, foul-mouthed cart roaming the streets of Sheepshead Bay “a story”.
The only thing I could tell the photographer to convince her that I was Shopping Cart Series-worthy is that I am so despondent about life that I was just about to ram myself into this brick fence at the corner of Bedford Avenue and Voorhies Avenue. It worked. She snapped my picture and submitted me. Whether they will all believe that made-up tale is not important. What matters is that I finally got myself featured.
So after seeing myself here on the screen, and for the first time in my life, I don’t feel so bitter!
Who knows, maybe this is the beginning of me rolling towards a real life change.