And a shoutout to Edgepark.com:Â boy, could they teach my health insurance company something about customer satisfaction. Â My supplies came. Already!
Now, on to the blog–
I had to laugh at Momo Fali’s comment, because I once did just a quick run to Costco for a couple of gallons of milk, it being all of a mile away, and the clerk stopped and stared at me: he had to give me change for my five. “How did you DO that?!”
You build up a certain immunity.
Another Costco moment: I once went with my younger daughter pushing me in a wheelchair. Never again on a Saturday; you’re lower down than the tops of the carts and people just don’t see you.  Bumper carts in the funhouse. But the priceless moment was when Michelle parked me for a moment to run go look at something just as a young dad did likewise in front of us, and I suddenly found myself looking right up at a two-year-old boy carefully strapped in.
Who had the most befoozled look on his face as he stared down at me, trying to take it in: there’s a GROWNUP. In a STROLLER. Being pushed by a KID!!!
Utterly nonpsychodegradeable. Poor kid. I smiled and waved hi and he had no idea how he was supposed to react, it was just beyond him.
Scene three: Costco again. On a day when it was raining, when I still needed a chair at the time but no way did anyone in the family want to take the time standing in the heavy downpour to get it out of the car; Richard let the kids and me out in front of the entry to go use the store’s scooter instead, hoping there would be one not being used. There was.
Well, now, this was kind of cool: it had a horn (although calling it a horn is kind of like a chihuahua calling itself a Great Dane) that sounded like the RoadRunner for when people are barreling down on you. Meep meep!
The problem came, though, when we were at the far end of the store. The scooter died. Totally. The gauge said the battery was fully charged, but it was as stubborn as an Iditarod dog in the hot Arizona summer: ain’t goin’ nowhere, dude. After a few moments of trying, Richard gave up and went to go ask someone.
The manager came over, checked it out, and figured out the problem: “It’s thrown the deadman switch. It doesn’t think anybody’s there. You don’t weigh enough. Try putting your purse in your lap and a 25-lb bag of rice or something next to you on the seat.”
Not that I wanted any rice… We made do. And the thing roared back to life.