Joe wanted to get a haircut and we noticed on the way into Walmart in Fredericton in New Bruswick that there was a hair cutting place just inside the door. I don't have much hair and wasn't in need of a trim so I suggested that Joe let me off over by the clothing section as I wanted to see about getting Joe a new pair of shorts. He left and I managed for find him a pair of shorts and a shirt, Mike a new shirt, Marissa a couple of blouses. I was a shopping machine. I didn't have a bag so I draped them over me and then decided to head over to the card section of the store to look for a Father's Day card.
It was a very long push and twice I dropped shirts and had to seek help from the Walmartians who wandered by. I got myself there by strength of shoulders and strength of will. I wandered around there and found a funny card for my dad and I tucked it in with the pile on me. I must have looked like a laundry hamper pushing itself through the store.
By now I was wondering what had happened to Joe. I hadn't heard any sirens so I knew that he hadn't had his jugular sliced. I thought I'd push back towards the cash registers so that he could easily find me. Finally he appeared coming down and aisle to my right. He said he'd been looking for fifteen minutes. He didn't think that I'd head that far away.
Apparently he asked three or four of the staff there if they'd seen a big guy in a wheelchair, they all said that they'd seen no one of my description. How could that be, it wasn't a huge store! I guess I'm just not as visible as I think I am.
Or he should have asked, 'Have you seen a stack of merchandise wheeling around the store.' I think that might have gotten a more positive response.
Good old invisible me. It always surprises me.