I was mildly amused at the Wally World the other day. A fairly big woman, in her 40s (who could walk quite well, thank you very much) was complaining to the greeter that she'd
walked all over the store looking for a riding scooter, but they were all out. Hmmmph.
I thought "keep looking, you'll add years to your life."
I know I know. There are issues I couldn't know about; she might really be suffering.
(Prolly "fibromyalgia")
Next time I'm going to go in and get a riding scooter because I'm too depressed to shop.