I am still recovering from my sharp shooting rumpus/leg pain that occurred mysteriously a couple weeks ago. It's a smidgen better every day, but I'm taking no chances on aggravating that nerve again. I have been using my cane to access the Gas Station Chicken Store, and making sure there's a cart/walker within a few feet of T-Hoe when I go in a store.
Anyhoo... a few days ago, I went to town with the plan of cashing in my winners at the GSCS, then heading over to 10Box for bananas and some more scratchers from the machine.
The GSCS was surprisingly busy for that off-time between 4:20 and 5:00. Usually the workers who get off at 4:00 have already done their business, and the 4:30 quitting-time workers are not yet there. The gas pumps had four cars, plus a truck over at the diesel pumps, and a couple of cars on the upper lot past the door. I could have waited for some to leave, except
A TRUCK WAS IN MY RIGHTFUL HANDICAP SPACE!
It was a white work truck, with a guy in a yellow safety vest sitting in the driver's seat. I gave him the stinkeye as I drove past, off the lot, and over to 10Box. I don't know if he was waiting to go in, waiting for a passenger, or if he'd just come out. But he was sitting in the truck, not making any movements that could lead to leaving.
Normally, I might have pulled into the FREE AIR hose space, nose-to-nose with his truck, my handicap placard swinging, and hobbled on past him, hoping to induce guilt. Not this time. My rumpus/leg was having none of that. Not with a CANE, though it would have helped with the guilt trip. Maybe.
Anyhoo... I just went to 10Box, and didn't even feel like going back to the GSCS when I came out. I did not have a good scratching day. Won $30, but I had cashed in more.
I guess I taught myself a lesson about changing plans. But my rumpus/leg thanked me.
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