Nooooooo! No, don't fall!

And then you fell backwards across the marble stairs. I was so concerned that the overstuffed bag of blankets and towells not spill onto the sidewalk that it took me a minute to realize the damage. And then, well, then I had to try to pry you open to remove my other bag of laundry. Easy rider, you were the coolest cart on the block. You were shiny silver chrome where other people had lame colored carts. You had a high handle so that I could stand upright. Yes, I cursed your non-steerable wheels, but I never thought.... I never thought you would die such a bent and broken death. You served me well. Farewell, lover.

Dirty love and dirty laundry,
Miss Cynthia