Ross polished the bars of the shopping cart until they shone. He had status now and he had to act accordingly.
After Boom-day, when gasoline ran out, bicycles were big. But as tires cracked and chains broke, they were discarded. Now, the man with a shopping cart was king.
Ross overtook Jenks on Broadway, carrying a huge load on his back. Ross nodded officiously; Jenks sneered.
“So high and mighty with your cart, aren’t you? But that front wheel is wobbling pretty bad. How long until you’re like me?”
Never, Ross thought. He was somebody now. He couldn’t go back.