Had a nice, sweet easy chat with a man named Roger, who was using a motorized wheelchair shopping cart. He said he was a Widowed farmer; I mentioned I had Diabetes & we chatted about Neuropathy & how the damp chill gets to our bones. I told him I live up near KIMT on 52 & how I loved cooking but miss doing it for others.
Look... the rapport was easy, we BOTH hoped to see each other again, but the store got upset with me for the cart, being outside.
Not likely I'll be wanting to be seen IN THE STORE again, but if anybody knows Roger, well, I'd sure like to chat again. 💔
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