Click clack…. click clack…… click clack..
The wheels of a rusty old shopping cart rattling down the sidewalk announce her presence. She is old, tired, and stops every few feet to take a breather. She wipes her brow as she gazes down at the pile of empty milk jugs she is pushing around. This has become her daily routine. She peeks over her shoulder to make sure no one is around before she removes a jug. She smirks as she staggers up into a random yard. No one suspects anything devious from this sweet looking old lady.
She adjusts her sweat pants as they begin to slowly sag. She looks as if she is drowning in her royal blue jogging suit. Her gray hair twisted up into a messy bun, thin wisps hanging around her eyes. As a car approaches she kneels down to tie her tennis shoe and watches to make sure they didn’t notice her.
As she nears the random house she moves towards the side of it. The side where there is a water hose. She greedily snatches it up as she glances around one more time before turning the knob and shoving the hose into that milk jug. Once it’s full she turns off the hose and staggers back towards her cart. It seems as if the jug, now full of water, weighs a ton as she struggles to lift it over the rusty edge of the cart. Once she manages to defeat it she moves on to another random house, a random hose, and repeats this until all of her jugs are full.
Some neighbors wonder why their water bills have increased. Some call down to the water department and file complaints. Everyone is frantic looking for some sort of leak in their home. Everyone except the little old lady with the rusty shopping cart. She is enjoying a glass of sweet tea as she waits for her water to boil so she can cook spaghetti for her husband.
She doesn’t pay the water department. She just fills her jugs each day. No one ever suspects anything.
Click clack… click clack…. click clack…