The BASKET

So the other day Joel picked me up at the house to bring me to the office (after a quick stop at the shop for lunch). As we reached the main road, I saw an older man with a large basket on his head. It was a big basket for this guy to be walking around with on his head. I commented to Joel about it as we passed. You see, since the fire, I have no place for dirty clothes and have been thinking about getting a basket of some sort.

But we kept going and headed to the shop. A short while later, basket man was standing outside the door of the shop. They do that, street vendors, stand outside the shop hoping they can make a sale. Well, I asked my Congolese friend Rick to see how much the basket was. He came back with the price of $10, so I borrowed from Joel and bought the basket. Well, I knew it was a big basket…but didn’t know it was a HUGE basket. I can sit in the basket; in fact I did! Not only will it fit my dirty clothes, but Joel’s and Liz’s and all the sheets from three beds and still have room left over. And it’s heavy! Any ideas on how to bring this back home?!?!