chuckystud saidI must share with Red a story from the Wally World right up the street...
Thank you, that was a good story. But from my standpoint not perhaps as you intended, about fat-ass women in carts, concerning which I am already too familiar. Rather, about Logan; your partner or son, perhaps?
This is what gay men do, for which we often fail to credit ourselves. We are the best caregivers in the world, the most loving, most attentive, most dedicated. Except for ME, when you cross me. A supermarket story in return for you:
It's 1996, and I'm in a Florida Publix checkout, next in line. And a woman elbows her way all the way forward past 4 other people, and got to me.
"Let me get around you!" she barked.
"Why?" I asked, still holding my cane, and the 3 or 4 items I was buying.
"Because I'm old!" she snapped. She looked about 70, but had no cane or any obvious disabilities.
"Are you disabled like me?" I asked her.
"No! I'm old! Let me past!"
"Well, I'm sorry, but I'm disabled, and this checkout is marked for the disabled. I'm next in line, so I'll stay right here." [I haven't seen Publix have those special disabled checkouts in recent years]
She went livid, and start cursing me up and down. The other people behind her, all elderly too, started to chime in, telling me to "Let that old woman go ahead of you!"
Well, no. If she had asked, and not ordered me rudely, I would have considered it, despite my having a disabled priority in that lane, something I do for others not infrequently. But now I wouldn't give her a break if she were on fire.
I asked the clerk if I was next. She said I was, and I laid my items down for checkout, all the time this woman screaming at me to let her go ahead of me. I ignored her. I hate to be that selfish, but when assaulted by selfishness, I see no reason why not to return the favor.