Every Wednesday, I have a worker that drives me around. He is my Minder. :P
We go to Wal-Mart (I know, but it's what I have to do) for some items - one of them is an huge bag of cat food (for the birds, actually). I have to wheel down the large aisle near the back, where they are having the weekly staff meeting. Yes, in the aisle. *rolls eyes*
The loaded language of the W-Mart Cult of Sam (my term) makes me cringe every time I have to drive through it. They even hold hands and shit.
ugh ..........