Tipsy

I don't think that my brain works the same way that other people's brains do. Most people would see something like this and think, "Oh, cute," and that would probably be the end of that.

But me? I see this and I'm transported back in time, to a time before I had kids, when I worked for an airline and was able to go gallivanting around the world on a whim. I'm transported to a wintery day in New York City. That day it was a pungent homeless man and not a doll that I saw, and he was asleep in a shopping cart covered in a few old newspapers instead of in a pink plastic buggy. But do you know what was the same?

The bottom of his cart was full of empties, too.