That includes at least one night a week, and Saturday. So, today Ron and I haggled out the budget for merchandise, went to the store, and bought the inventory.
Pretty uneventful, except I had Ron in his wheelchair. I stacked the cases of merchandise on the arms of the wheelchair, it went a little over his head.
One of the warehouse club employees got upset and asked me "How is he going to see?"
He isn't! Ever!
I found it hysterical and laughed my butt off. I almost fell down. Ron played "victim" and pleaded for rescue, which made me laugh even harder.
I found it truly funny because she does know he is blind. She just forgot he was blind, because he was in the wheelchair.
People can fathom blind. They can fathom wheelchair. They can't fathom blind and in the wheelchair. I found that very…