[Wandatime]

After my husband had his back surgery, he still wanted to go to Sam's. That was his once a week outing. If we could find a handicapped space, we'd park there, I'd put up the hanger, then he would use his cane to slowly get inside the store. Most times he was worn slam out when it was time to go, so a very healthy wife would run the cart out to the car and quickly unload it, then pull up front where he was sitting waiting for me to help him into the car.

I got a lot of middle finger salutes, dirty looks, and horn honks while I was unloading the cart into the car. Things are not always as they seem.