Look at those damn shopping carts, Joe thought. of them were parked on his front lawn. more were parked behind his car in the . His neighborhood had gone to hell. He lived a mile from Foodco, a supermarket chain. Nobody take a shopping cart half a mile from supermarket. And no one with any respect for should leave a shopping cart in a stranger's .

Shoppers should push the cart out to their , and then leave it there. If they don't a car, they should buy their own personal to transport their groceries home.

He called Foodco tell them that four carts were on his . They said they would be over as soon they could. That meant about a week. Throughout neighborhood, carts were scattered in various places, including streets themselves. As if kids, pets, and potholes 't enough, drivers now had to dodge shopping carts. wondered how there could be any left in supermarket. Foodco paid over $100 for each cart, he thought they'd guard them better. Instead, they nothing to secure the carts. They simply paid to drive around the neighborhood once or twice week to pick up stranded carts.

Joe opened yellow pages of his phone book. He was to hire a contractor to build a fence his lawn and a locking gate for his . Enough was enough.