How is it possible that I disrupt the lives of two, count them, two differently-abled people in Kroger on the same trip? Both of them in the bread aisle, no less?
I'm minding my own beezwax, comparing various brands and types of hamburger buns. Kaiser, sesame encrusted, potato, what have you. There is a man in one of those "for your convenience" scooter carts for what reason, I cannot tell you, beyond the fact that he is large and has even larger cankles. (I realize I am probably going to hell for saying that.) My cart is blocking him. He toots his little scooter horn and I swear he was revving the engine while glaring at my cart. Many apologies, I move the cart to the end of the bread aisle.
No less than 3-5 minutes later, I am still perusing the bread aisle (yes, it is a hard decision, which buns will compliment my burgers?) and again, my cart is blocking a hover-round. Differently-abled person number two appeared to be actually physically challenged in some way, so I reserved my judgement and moved my cart again.
I appear to have sent out a silent homing signal to the scooter carts while picking out my bread. I wonder if I could also send sonar to the dolphins? (I chose the kaiser, if you were concerned.)
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