You've Got To Wonder How

I'm deciding to imagine it went down like this;

A few friends go to their school's PSA meeting to discuss a forthcoming event and if it should be called a Fete, Fair, Fayre, or - most controversially - a Bazaar. The meeting is poorly attended and so when they are done, they decide to go to the local pub where they get swiftly plastered.

On leaving, it seems - as it so often does - a good idea to push the Treasurer home in a Tesco trolley as fast as they can, singing Robbie Williams's Angels at the top of their voices all the way.

As they round a corner, they lose control and the Treasurer's boot - high in the air as she flails her legs to the uplifting chorus - gets caught on a fence.

The Secretary and Acting Co-Chair struggle to unhook it, but the Treasurer yells at them to leave it.

'If I ever decide to get out of this trolley,' she slurs, 'I'll f***ing hop!'

Surely there can be no other explanation. I just can't decide if in the morning she goes back for it or not.