Wal-Mart Supercenter, Highland Village
The other day my best friend Paul was over to check out my new TiLite ZR wheelchair. (which I will be posting on soon). He took a nice look and a test ride before hopping in my now older TiLite ZRA chair. I had to roll to Wal-Mart to pick up some house supplies so of course he offered to go with and help me. Well before leaving we both looked at each other like hell yeah, you use my other chair and we'll see what we can come up with. Seemed reasonable.Paul and I find ourselves at the new Wal-Mart Supercenter Store #4240 in Highland Village rolling around, Paul five feet behind me before we make our way over to housewares to pick up toilet paper, paper towels, laundry soap, dish soap, etc. We both struggled to reach for this and that product and I can't help but notice the multiple Wal-Mart employees who are stocking shelves near us both. At least two of them and they both made eye contact (or should I say shoe contact) with me so I felt noticed. None the less, neither asked if Paul or I needed any help. Strange. My mom often tells me that this is because I look so confident wheeling around which I sorta' understand but c'mon, I think asking once is nice enough. Paul surely does not look confident. This is his first time out in public using a wheelchair! We roll off to the register, I have good piled high to nearly my chin, Paul with all the lose stuff. The young teenage girl says hello, checks us out and we're tying the bags and playing Tetris with all the goods on our laps. I look up and say "Oh I'm teaching my newly crippled friend here how to shop on his own." She responds "Oh I'm sure that is pretty important." Ouch, no offer to help us to the car?
mikeagimp rating: 1 out of 5