I cannot believe it. It is now past midnight. I don’t even know this lady’s name. Taking a shopping cart from a supermarket is considered stealing and is against the law. It is against Housing Authority policy and fire safety laws to have supermarket shopping carts inside this building. The Housing Authority sees these shopping carts every day and do nothing. They know this lady has one. I’m not sure if she only walks the halls when the Housing Authority leaves for the day and close up shop at 4:30PM…that is, 4:30PM exactly Monday thru Friday. This is around the time that I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that those maintenance guys are also off for the day and won’t come barging in no matter what I’m wearing or doing, not even asking if it’s okay. 4:30, when they won’t glance over and see that I’ve got ice on the thermostat just so that I’m not freezing my butt off (think about it). I think it’s at 4:31 that the Shopping Cart Lady starts her nightly rounds. She goes back and forth, back and forth in the hall, using her shopping cart instead of a walker. Once, she shoved the shopping cart at Puzzle. After that, Puzzle was scared of that shopping cart, and of the lady. We got into a bit of a tizz one day, and I got fed up, this maybe in 2008, and I told her to use a walker. She said she couldn’t afford one and didn’t understand English, anyway. I told her that the elderly service that serves the building would give her one for free. She damn well knew this already and every time you tell her she’s maybe doing something a bit unkosher, she suddenly doesn’t know English.
Just keep your freaking shopping cart away from my dog, okay? And get the hell to bed. We’re on Eastern Time, remember?
I should talk. It’s late. Goodnight.