Account Deleted By User I went out shopping yesterday evening for recipe ingredients.  I expected the usual bovinity that food stores attract like flies to... well, you know.  And then I heard it behind me: the tell-tale whine/whirr of a scootypuff.  I thought to myself, "oh boy, here we go, expect ramming speed from some tubblerina..." ...only to have the scoot stop a respectable distance away.  The fellow driving it was placidly watching those of us in front of him, waiting his turn.  This being winter I thought to myself "huh, under that jacket I bet it's still a fucking ham."  I grabbed my selection and crossed the aisle to finish my list, allowing the scooty driver to glide by with my eyes on him sideways. His jacket was the only bulky thing about him, shitizens, and on his left foot was an enormous ankle boot.  I'd finally found the holy grail: a person with a real, non self-inflicted mobility issue using a convenience actually intended for their use using said convenience with courtesy.  I turned, smiled and nodded as he went by, and the gesture was returned.   Unfortunately the rest of my visit was spent dodging lard barges and/or getting pushed out of the way when I dared stop in front  of anything sweet or fatty.  That soured my mood right quick so I grabbed the last of my essentials and shuffled on home.  Fuck fats, but at least occasionally the polite and deserving get the help they need.