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As we wander down the path of least resistance:
The hardware store experience went well; no one ran or screamed or overtly looked askance. I pretty much was able to wander up and down the two plumbing aisles talking to myself (desiging on the fly), and smiling, and dodging the occasional kid (one helping mom by placing random fittings in her cart whenever she was reading labels).
I was not offered assistance (none needed and none wanted). I did help another customer and enjoyed a chat with another (and was called, "Bubba" in return. WT? Never in my life. Oh, it may come with the charted territory?).
I chose not to wear "the sign of shame" as requested for the grocery store, (I am not "Spouse's Name's Husband"), although I have pointed out that this could in fact draw more attention towards Herself. I will say that work out shorts (a California standard), a pair of Dickies very comforable-thank-you-very-much work shoes (with short socks; no way the long ones; that's soooo Mr. Tourist with a camera here!), a hockey compression shirt (with a loose tank over) and the de regueur somewhat Aussie-style hat over the slightly vacant expression (really, I'm just seeing something other than what is in front of me) may have contributed to some of that.
Walmart today. I'm still slightly unsure of the dress code as provided by several on-line sites. ...and eternally shamed by being escorted out the last time I was there (seems I was underweight and had all my own teeth).
Onward, ever onward!
The hardware store experience went well; no one ran or screamed or overtly looked askance. I pretty much was able to wander up and down the two plumbing aisles talking to myself (desiging on the fly), and smiling, and dodging the occasional kid (one helping mom by placing random fittings in her cart whenever she was reading labels).
I was not offered assistance (none needed and none wanted). I did help another customer and enjoyed a chat with another (and was called, "Bubba" in return. WT? Never in my life. Oh, it may come with the charted territory?).
I chose not to wear "the sign of shame" as requested for the grocery store, (I am not "Spouse's Name's Husband"), although I have pointed out that this could in fact draw more attention towards Herself. I will say that work out shorts (a California standard), a pair of Dickies very comforable-thank-you-very-much work shoes (with short socks; no way the long ones; that's soooo Mr. Tourist with a camera here!), a hockey compression shirt (with a loose tank over) and the de regueur somewhat Aussie-style hat over the slightly vacant expression (really, I'm just seeing something other than what is in front of me) may have contributed to some of that.
Walmart today. I'm still slightly unsure of the dress code as provided by several on-line sites. ...and eternally shamed by being escorted out the last time I was there (seems I was underweight and had all my own teeth).
Onward, ever onward!
