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Doing 90 in a 60 zone, we dropped gears like they were listed on the NASDAQ. Swung in left, and found a space. Tires burnt streaks in to the tarmac. Only five minutes left. Fuck, they were already dragging a train of trolleys in. A boy in a paper thin work shirt pulled a string of trolleys by their tail; like early hominids would drag their mates by the hair. He pulled them in, in to where the food was stored.
It's now. By now, there are only seconds left. I slam a foot into a stray trolley. It was instinctive, natural. My aim, today, is better than it ever was. The trolley jams the automatic doors. They were about to close, politely, the doors, but a kick from me, and a kick from the kerb, means the trolley spins horizontal. It leaves the doors gasping for one another; lovers held apart by a wheeled-cage. Such a shame. Brief Encounter, but for furniture.
We storm the doorway. I head east, basket-handed. He heads up the escalator.
TO BE CONTINUED.
It's now. By now, there are only seconds left. I slam a foot into a stray trolley. It was instinctive, natural. My aim, today, is better than it ever was. The trolley jams the automatic doors. They were about to close, politely, the doors, but a kick from me, and a kick from the kerb, means the trolley spins horizontal. It leaves the doors gasping for one another; lovers held apart by a wheeled-cage. Such a shame. Brief Encounter, but for furniture.
We storm the doorway. I head east, basket-handed. He heads up the escalator.
TO BE CONTINUED.