In the words of Harry Hill
Passing these trollies was hard for me: a story was there within moments – I could not resist.
I imagined an intoxicated person, possibly two, walking home after a night out and spying these trollies and thinking they would make a really good form of transport home. Cheaper than a taxi and they don’t need to leave a tip.
The next set of images that come to my mind is how they struggled to get them loose and finally having to accept he/she/they were defeated. Defeated by drink and stupidity.
The view from my eye alone 