What a day! (it helps if you understand military commissaries)
As most of you know I am a disabled & retired US veteran. Today, I went grocery shopping at my local base commissary. I only shop once a month, out of habit and because I know it will take me at least a week to recover from the effort.
When you shop at the commissary and are going to check out, you get in a single line and wait for the next available register. Not like at Walmart where you line up at any open register. There are NO cutting in lines, which is very bad manners and, there are huge signs that give Military Members in uniform priority, they CAN go to the front of the line AND a person who is disabled CAN take this opportunity, but I never do. There I sit in my power wheelchair grocery cart, and this couple cuts in front of me. I was the ONLY person in line, so it was not like I was not obviously waiting for a h/c line to open up. There are several and are always open. Non handicapped patrons can use those lines, too. An h/c checkout line is a bit wider and it is easier to maneuver one of those power chairs. This couple, NOT IN UNIFORM, cut in front of me and went to the available h/c line. The store manager saw what happened and asked them to go back and for me to come forward. They did go back, but while I was in line the older son of this couple kept ragging at me that his dad was a disabled veteran, NOT present, NOT in uniform, and he kept swearing at me, telling me to 'shut the fuck up' and stop whining. I was in tears. The manager asked him to be quiet, the cashier was scared, and my faithful bagger was outraged. All pointed to the signs that give me the 'right' or 'opportunity' to cut in line, which I never do. I laugh it off saying 'I have all the time in the world'. The cashier and my bagger were shocked and saddened by the attitude of the young man. I asked the manager to open another line, which she did and to wait until they had left before finishing my order. She refused to have me wait, she knows how difficult it is for me to come to shop and I have been shopping at this commissary for over 20 YEARS. I have never had this type of incident happen and compounded with the crap at the Veteran's Admin Hospital this month, I am seriously wondering what the hell is wrong with me? I cannot seem to catch a break for compassion when I am down and really struggling with my disabilities.
Is this just the way of the world now? I understand the old motto, "hurry up and wait" that will never go away, that is part of being military and prior military. Am I just being super sensitive because I have no medication to control my pain and emotional struggles? Will I end up being treated like a dog and less than human as my disabilities take there toll on my body as I age? I may only be 52 years old, but I feel and look 80! Showing bad manners on base is never heard of. We (military, active and retired, spouses, family members) all understand we are all in this together. That the base is the one safe place where we can 'let our guard down' and 99% of the time we chat to complete strangers because we all share a common bond of being military. I have met people from all over the World, these bases are the two bases every Air Force member will show up at, at some point of their career. We are also the two bases that train foreign Nationals from you name it, we see a lot of high powered dignitaries from you name it, too. Lear jets out number those of the Squadrons! If you understand military commissaries, please let me know. The store manager, cashier and faithful bagger are all people I know by name because of the long term use of that commissary. It is an older commissary, only 15 checkout lanes and 12 very short isles. They do not stock everything like the other base commissary in town, which is built more like a super Walmart. I find that store just too big to handle. I will go there if there is a special item I need, and for that, I pre-order and it is waiting at customer service for me.
Keep me in your prayers. My one day I look forward to driving my car and going someplace other than a doctor's office, was ruined. I only drive my car two or three days a month. It is just too hard to get in and drive and get out. That alone wears me out.