A Last Minute, I'm Running Late, Blog

I have a sense of almost loss when I have to replace my wheelchair gloves. I wear them until a finger pops through the material ... and then go in search of another pair. Last time I bought four pairs of gloves when I found a kind I liked. I thought they would last forever. They didn't. Yesterday after work Joe and I went looking at an enormous Target store near our hotel.

The store is V --- A --- S --- T and I had to have Joe help me make some of the long distances. We went through all the menswear section looking for suspenders (or as the Brits call them 'braces' - a distinction that caused me much embarrassment once when it was pointed out that suspenders are something very different overseas) which I also needed. We couldn't find any and then decided to go look for gloves.

Just as we came out into the main aisle, a woman came along who was clearly a Target staff. Instead of rolling all over this VAST store we asked her where we could find gloves. She paused, then asked, 'What kind of gloves?' A fair question. I held up my hands, in gloves, so she could see what they were. I said, 'I used them to push my wheelchair.'

'We don't sell wheelchair gloves,' she said.

Oh.

'Well do you sell gloves that one could use to push wheelchairs,' I asked

Oh.

That they sold.