Grocery Store Hamplanets So, we just moved into our newest rental (had to swap rentals when our lease ran out on the old one - still haven't found a forever home).  We realized that most of the food didn't "keep" during the move, and needed to go grocery shopping.  So, we headed over to the local Walmart.  I realized rather quickly that my hip was acting up, and while I didn't use a scooter in Walmart - I knew I'd need one for the actual grocery store.  Great.....I don't enjoy using the scooter, because people look at me and just see a kid playing on a scooter, not someone with a legit handicap.  This is why I always slap my extra handicapped placard on the front of the scooter, so people aren't thinking I'm just playing around in it. On my good days, I usually don't use a scooter and park really far away from the store, then walk it as a form of my own physical therapy.  Bad days, I will use the handicapped spot and a scooter.  This was my first experience using a scooter in our small town grocery store. I did wind up parking in the handicapped parking (I have a placard, etc) and slowly walking into the store while leaning on my hubby.  It took about 20 minutes for such a short walk, and he basically carried me.  Get a scooter, people constantly cutting me off while I'm just trying to catch up with my hubby.  He walks fast, but the scooter can only go so fast...plus the controls were kind of backwards.  They would rush to get in between us, and it's not like the place was packed...they just didn't want to wait the 2 seconds it took for me to pass.  So, I'm basically playing adult frogger in the store and trying not to run anyone over.  I'm going at the speed of a turtle, basically. Of course, I'm getting looks and comments about how I don't "look" handicapped from people we pass by, but I've slowly gotten used to people that do this (sadly, this is a common experience).  However, two new things happened today.  The first was this:  I would park the scooter along the edge of the aisles while I waited on him to put stuff in his basket, so that I wasn't blocking anyone's way through or around me.  Some 5'4 300 lb 40 yr old bitch decided to slide herself in between me and the aisle that I was parked against, and lean over to grab something.  She stuck her ass directly in my face, and let me tell you...the smell hit me full force.  Not even an excuse me or anything.  That was the first thing that really ticked me off, and boy did I say outloud "must be a thing where people stick their asses in handicapped people's faces now".  She had zero awareness for what she did. The second was when we were checking out.  The check out cashier was also a planet, verging on obese.  5'2 250 lbs 50 yrs old, maybe.  Hubby pulled his cart up and there was some discussion about how we wanted the carts packed (she didn't want to put any bags into the scooter???).  She asked me to get out of the scooter, so I did slowly (and painfully) then leaned against the counter 10 feet away and basically held on for dear life (so I wouldn't fall).  After getting out for her, and moving, she then turns to me with a nasty look on her face and bitches that she can't reach the 4 things I have in my cart.  It's 4 inches tops, and it's not like she has to lean over a counter to get it out.  It's just that she'd need to make an extra step to get them out, which she didn't want to do.  Hubby offers to hand them to her, but that's not good enough.  She wants me to get back in the scooter and move it up a bit.  What the fuck. This was really embarrassing and left me really upset (verge of tears on the car ride home).  No, I did not move up the scooter for her, because if I were a little old lady in a walker - she wouldn't have dared to ask me to do that.  I wound up leaving the scooter and using my hubby's basket/arm to slowly walk out to the car again.  (Don't worry, I asked the bagger to please put the scooter up before I left.) She wasn't a new employee, I asked our usual check out girl - who knows I've dislocated my hip (femur doesn't like to stay in the ball socket) three times in the past year alone.  Sigh.  So, she's just a rude check out bitch.  I've decided I won't go grocery shopping anymore.  I'll just send him and hide away in our little rental on the edge of nothing, avoiding people.