Reading about our best local columnist’s impending semi-retirement some years ago, I visited one of my former schoolgirl haunts determined to find the gift that he would most appreciate. I had in mind his very own supermarket trolley. Goodness knows, he’d hinted at this for long enough in his columns.
Naturally, zapping, zilching or stealing a trolley was out of the question so I took a stroll down to the Brakpan Dam which everyone knows is still the secret breeding place of the ubiquitous shopping trolley – examples of which can be found in the oddest places. Sometimes it is difficult to comprehend how a steel trolley can climb a tree, a mountain or a passing truck, but there you are. It happens.
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