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Cart Riding At My House

Hello I am Dollar Store Diva Saturday is my shopping day I take my friend Steve-ah We are heading your way We used to get a cart full But now there are only three Used to be fourteen Most have been borrowed by likes of me I take them to my apartment Just whizz them around the room Want to cart ride at my house? You’d better get there soon I have heard a rumor The police are on their way I am tossing them out the window Jail fines I cannot afford to pay.

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 4/23/2022 7:39:00 PM

You can tell the police that you've borrowed the cars for a go-cart track. It didn't work for me, but I'm a man. You can cry them a river...

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/24/2022 11:59:00 PM

At our dollar store they used to have 14 carts -they are down to three; the manager told me. They are across the street from Section 8 housing - mostly old and disabled people. I think they are using the carts for walkers.

L Milton Hankins

Date: 4/23/2022 7:16:00 PM

Oh my, this is so clever and funny. Occasionally I hit Dollar Store. Don't we all?

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 4/25/2022 12:00:00 AM

Yes we do! But with Joe and I it is weekly - every Saturday. We both save $5 off a $25 purchase.