The other day, while at Wal-Mart with my mom, I was over come with complete and utter exhaustion. Looking back now I realize the over-exaggeration, but at the moment it seemed as though I would fall into an unending slumber with every step I took.

Anyways, my mom and I were walking around the clothes area, our shopping cart nearly empty, when I told her I wanted to climb in it and ride instead of using my feet. After telling me “no” numerous times, I started to pout and complain like a five-year old. (Again I restate my level of drowsiness.)

I forfeited the argument for around half an hour, but finally I felt as though I could take it no longer. I tried to get in the cart just as my mom turned around to face me, with a scowl on my face I got back out and concluded my arguement by exclaiming “Walking and I are not friends right now!”

Turning to stomp away around the corner I saw something that might embarass me for eternity. Looking up at me was a man, in a wheel chair. My face turned crimsom red as I realized he had without a doubt heard most of my temper tantrum as well as my, what I previously thought to be clever, ending comment.

After making eye contact with someone I had without a doubt just  offended, I couldn’t move out of embarassment. Finally, I heard the sound of moving wheels on tile and realized he had left me standing there looking like a deer caught in headlights. Turning back to my mom, who had abandoned me to face my own doom, we continued our shopping.

Sadly, my story doesn’t end there. Another half an hour of pointless roaming passed as we slowly made our way to the check out line. We finished loading the groceries onto the conveyor belt and waited while the cashier scanned them.  I faced my mom, and said “I can almost get off my feet!”.

I looked over her shoulder and saw the same man, in the same chair, hearing me say nearly the same thing.