A Wanker And A Yanker

Mrs. HM has been homebound since Tuesday, with a sharp shooting pain in her rumpus when she walks. With around the clock alternating ibuprofen and acetaminophen, and walking bent over to assuage the agony, there has been limited improvement. Tears only a couple times a day.

Friday, I took a chance and ventured to town. The hardest part was getting from the Mansion into the garage. I took my casino cane out of A-Cad, just in case. In fact, I used it at the Gas Station Chicken Store. There was still pain, but I felt more secure, because my balance has been off from the leaning walk, making other muscles stiff.

Anyhoo... before I went to the Gas Station Chicken Store, I stopped by Save A Lot to get a couple giant baking potatoes to go with Farmer H's BBQ pulled pork supper. I also needed bananas. There's a scratcher machine just inside the door, too! 

My rightful handicap space was open! And there were two carts in the return corral next to it. I figured that was a good sign. As I slid out of T-Hoe, a lady came pushing a cart to the corral. 

"I'll take that, if you don't mind." 

"Sure." She even turned it around and put the handle where I could grab it.

The bread and produce are right up front. I don't like buying bananas there, but it's not as bad as the other store. I got the bananas, and buns, because the baking potatoes were smaller than a regular potato that comes in 5 and 10 pound bags! So I didn't get any. 

All I had to do was wheel my cart/walker to the closest checkout, the only one open. There was just one guy there, with something in his hand. Not even a cart. I got in line. That's where my luck ended.

The guy was in shorts, with a cap, kind of reminded me of Kid Rock, only in his 20s. He paid for his items. I think it was a 4-pack of something like Gatorade. A colored liquid in plastic bottles. Maybe something else, because his bill was just over $9. He handed the checker cash, and pocketed the change. Then he told the checker guy that he also needed three packs of something. It was behind the counter. Some kind of tobacco product. That bill was $11-something. 

Kid Rock got out a card and tapped all his info into the scanner. Meanwhile, the line was backing up. Guy Checker called a lady up front to check. She asked me if I wanted to move lanes, but I told her it was easier for me to wait. She said, "I totally understand how it's easier not to move!" The lady behind me with a full cart followed her. I SHOULD HAVE!

Checker Guy said, "For some reason, your card is declined."

Kid Rock stood there a minute. Fished around in his pockets. Then said, "Oh. I have it locked." More fishing in his pockets. Took out his phone. Seemed like he typed half of War and Peace in there. Tried again. Declined. Told Guy Checker he was sorry. More pocket-fishing. Tried another card. It worked.

By now I had been standing there about 10 minutes. My rumpus was angry about that. At least I had my cart/walker to lean on. In fact, as I started setting my bananas and buns on the conveyor, I asked Guy Checker...

"Can we just put this back in my cart?"

He said okay. I moved up, where Guy Checker could just reach them over the card-scanner area and set them back into the child seat of my cart/walker. I noticed Kid Rock stepping around the end. I thought he was picking up his items from the waiting cart there. But he took the whole cart! I don't know why. He hadn't brought one to the checkout.

With that, Guy Checker grabbed the end of my cart, with my purse still in the child seat, and yanked it around to park there. Then proceeded to put my bananas and buns into the BOTTOM SECTION. My rumpus was quite unhappy! First with the yank that threw me off balance, and then having to walk a few steps to grab onto the cart again. And also with having to bend over and lift up bananas to put back in the child seat. The whole point of using my cart was so I could keep leaning on it, and have my items right there with no bending.

Kid Rock and Guy Checker are dangerous to the elderlies! One due to poor planning, the other not understand the fragility and immobility of old people. At least the woman checker he called up knew exactly what was going on with me.