Monday afternoon I was standing in the Hillmomba Casey's, waiting for the new guy to get my scratchers. It's difficult when they only have the left-side register open. The scratcher display is on the right side, against the front wall. This store packs so many "last-minute" (heh, heh, at a convenience store!) items along the counter that you can't see the lottery display from the left-side register. Even with good eyesight! Also, the computer that scans the tickets, and prints out draw tickets, is against the front wall.
Anyhoo, I had handed him my winners, and hobbled over to see the numbers on the scratchers I wanted, when the front door opened. A little.
It was a 20-something guy on CRUTCHES! He was walking on one leg, as you do with crutches, and trying to hold the door open with it propped against his right arm and crutch, all the while trying to maneuver across the threshold with the other crutch and leg.
Such a dilemma! I WANTED to help Crutchy. But I know from experience that sometimes, it's just easier to do it yourself. You know your own balance, and have a plan. Somebody coming in behind Crutchy could have easily grabbed the door handle, and held it open for him. But I was inside. That would require me getting in front of Crutchy as he was trying to enter, while leaning over to push out on the partially open glass door.
I surmised that it was safer to allow Crutchy to proceed without my help. I DID feel kind of bad.
Crutchy got inside, and was standing behind the guy behind me. It didn't help him that New Guy Clerk was being friendly with me and telling about their lack of large pizza boxes. I don't fault New Guy Clerk for being friendly. He's only been there a week, and is getting better. I've saved him twice from undercharging me.
Anyhoo... as I was leaving, the guy behind me told Crutchy to go ahead. Crutchy said he was okay, but the guy insisted, so Crutchy stepped up.
I was relieved that Crutchy got some help, even if it wasn't from me.
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