Get Up, Stand Up

I was standing in line at the express lane behind this grotesquely huge woman in one of those motorized chairs courtesy of Walmart. Thinking nothing of it, because I assumed she was handicapped, I minded my own business and continued to be mesmerized by that retarded smiley face sticker on the back of her chair.

She had a couple of items one of which was a pedometer…..you know, the small band that you strap on your ankle to count your steps? I had a fleeting thought that it might be for her and then quickly shrugged it off because I “knew” she was handicapped. She leaves with much difficulty trying to navigate through the aisle in the motorized chair….now my turn. As I am walking out the door I notice an obstruction in the middle of the ONLY working door out of Walmart…….this fat B@#CH gets out of the chair, yells at her husband to get her the pedometer out of the bag (all the while holding up traffic out of the store) and proceeds to take her sweet time strapping this useless tool to her ankle. Once strapped in, she starts walking out of the store without any kind of limp, drag, or otherwise. I was so furious, I let out an “Are you serious??”. She promptly gave me the finger and replied with, “The nerve of some people.” My final reply was, “EXACTLY what I was thinking, lady!”