A rather good looking, young-ish, lively store assistant with laughing eyes arrived to help. Oh dear…. the store had two of these scooters and the other was in use. Nothing for it but to disconnect the empty battery and pull me round, he holding the front basket which was loaded, with me continuing to steer the apparatus.
Where did I want to go to next….honestly… no… I could browse and shop….. he was there to assist, etc. etc. I couldn’t, I just couldn’t take my time, weaving in and out of aisles and corners, checking on things that caught my eye while reliant on a minder, however nice he was. If I had been a good bit younger, I might have revelled in keeping his undivided attention. But, as it was, there were three more items I definitely wanted to find and then, with this rickety steed, it was onward to the check out.
Nobody batted an eyelid when I zoomed off up the aisles at the start of my shopping journey on the scooter. An awful lot of people stared as the vehicle was ignominiously pulled into the ‘pit-stop’ by its basket with me astride its seat.
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