Post by vintage on Oct 26, 2017 11:35:17 GMT -8
This mundane item may not seem worthy of a spot on the "adapted equipment & living forum", yet here it is. Every week a city van picks me up so that I can go buy my groceries. There is a "five bag limit". The grocery store plastic bags were so small and wimpy that the "five bags" of groceries per week wasn't getting the job done. This is true especially if you include a bag of potato chips and a head of cabbage. So, I purchased the reusable cloth-feel shopping bags for a couple of dollars each. And for a year and a half, that was getting the job done. The van attendant would carry the five bags to my door. No problem. And then suddenly last week (and I mean REALLY suddenly) that all changed. I'd already rolled out of my house to be loaded into the van when I was informed that "no grocery cart with wheels, no service".
I don't own a grocery cart, and I never had heard anything about one being required. All I'd ever heard was that there is a "five bag limit". Well, I went ahead and got loaded up in the van, not knowing what would happen to my groceries once I purchsed them. At the grocery store, I made a deal with management that, if the van refused to take me and my bags home, they would store my purchases in a refridgerated room until I could find someone to go back over to the store and pick them up for me. I bought four light-weight bags of food, but there was no way for me to carry them. When the van arrived at my house, I told the driver to just put the bags out of the van onto the sidewalk, please. Compassion took over and he did better than that, but I knew I had to mail order a cart for next week's groceries. I ordered one online, but it would not arrive in time for the next week's shopping. So today, this photo shows my glorious solution,...my old book tote from my college days, plus a shopping bag taped to the extended handle. It has small rollers and a small foot stand. "Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full."
So, I'm on a bit of a diet this week,...few fresh fruits or vegetables. For most disabled people who I've seen on the van, these shopping trips are a help, but probably not crucial to their survival. Most of them can walk, and live within blocks of restaurants, and some are accompanied by able-bodied family members. In fact, today the van was full and I was the only person in a wheelchair. Bureaucracy has yet to develop empathy. A warning that I should show up with a shopping cart, given a week or two in advance would have been considerate.