Inspiration

Apparently, I'm an inspiration when I go shopping. I don't know why.

I'm not ending world hunger, negotiating peace in the Middle East, curing diseases.

I'm just shopping. For dog food, mostly. Not inspirational in my book.

I had gotten a short cart when I got into the store. Not technically an accessible one, but good enough. I did my shopping like anyone would, putting items into the cart and bringing them to the check-out. On my way to the check-out, a woman with a young kid stops me and tells me how wonderful I am that I was able to maneuver the cart. I'm thinking it's fucking high school physics , lady! It's not that hard to push a shopping cart from a wheelchair.

I just smiled and moved on.

Inspiration, my ass.