bloody old people
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
in tesco yesterday, i was waiting at the customer service desk for the person in front to finish. when she'd done, a bloke in a mobility scooter drove between me and the desk on the way to the magazines.
now this mobility scooter was a biggun. it had headlights, baskets and horn. the protective polythene curtains protected the old fart inside from any sort of abuse (as well as the weather). he had unzipped the curtain on the drivers side to moan at anyone who was in the way to move. it must have been pushing six foot tall and was, basically, a nuisance.
the damn thing was too big to take in a supermarket. i marvelled at the way he caused complete chaos navigating around the magazines in his 'pop's pram'. he had a stick in the back with him; why didn't he park it outside and hobble to the magazines?!
better still, order his magazine online and get the tesco van to deliver it into his lounge (through his front garden fence, over the lawn and through the front door).
now this mobility scooter was a biggun. it had headlights, baskets and horn. the protective polythene curtains protected the old fart inside from any sort of abuse (as well as the weather). he had unzipped the curtain on the drivers side to moan at anyone who was in the way to move. it must have been pushing six foot tall and was, basically, a nuisance.
the damn thing was too big to take in a supermarket. i marvelled at the way he caused complete chaos navigating around the magazines in his 'pop's pram'. he had a stick in the back with him; why didn't he park it outside and hobble to the magazines?!
better still, order his magazine online and get the tesco van to deliver it into his lounge (through his front garden fence, over the lawn and through the front door).
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::Although I try to keep an open mind with regards to mobility scooters, because I know what they can offer people, they also infuriate me.
I was lucky enough to witness this man whizz around the Tesco magazine area causing havoc - the main problem with them is they're silent, and I watched as he leaned out of his zip-flap and quite rudely asked a lady of similar age to "move". He could simply have performed a three point turning operation to skirt around the obstacle.
Also the little fuckers are dead silent, so if you don't see them coming, they'll take your achilles out...for ever.
One more point regarding the ones offered by Asda. How do these "lesser abled" (fat people) actually get to the super market and in the door to request use of a shopping golf cart, I wonder...
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