Take a break, relax

For most us clocking off is probably the best part of the day, we are out of that dump they call work. Getting through the door and breathing the fresh air, it's like we'd been locked up, now we are on parole;the freedom. Picture this, you work in a supermarket and as you leave you decide to catch up on some shopping, nothing too much but the essentials. As you make it to the '12 or less items less' register, a lady in a motorised 'wheel chair' queues before you do. The children are helping her buy insect spray and 2 bottles of water, it's a warm day hence the extra hydration. It's obvious the lady suffers from some debilitating condition, her muscles spasm, she is confined to the motorised mobility vehicle and she trembles as she attempts to hand the currency to her son. For most people, patience would be second to nature and you'd even try to offer a helping hand if need be, some of us wouldn't give a damn and that too I understand.

Imagine also that behind you is another lady, she appears sane and other than being slightly obese has no visible physical condition. As the chair bound lady is making her payment, a sigh of frustration eminates from the lady behind you. Utter disbelief, digsust and the need to pound her face are the emotions I experience, all in less than 2 seconds. Regardless of what rush you may be in, a physically diabled person shouldn't warrant a sigh, should they? Uniform binds you to respect company policy even when not on the clock and hence no utterance was made by kman, otherwise a good dose of "shut the hell" up may have been prescribed. Surely we could spare a minute or two for those with disabilities, how about sparing a minute for everybody. Isn't that the same urgency that lands drivers in the ICU, trying to shave off seconds a 20 minute drive landing yourself in ICU.

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