Friends of the Cane

We drove into the city to drop off the dodgy monitor. At the store, everyone ahead of us seemed to be having major issues, so we spent what seemed like a long time in line before we could explain our predicament. At least it felt like a long time to my aching back. Once we got to the head of the line, we were met by the fellow who sold us the monitor in the first place.  

He plugged it in, and it worked fine. Of course it did. After much discussion, they accepted it and did the paperwork to send it away. Who knows what will happen next.

From there, it was off to lunch before hitting the Outlet mall. Frequenting malls, especially big ones, is not the kind of thing we do, but Sue’s feet have difficulty with shoes, and there seemed to be shoe outlets aplenty there. We hit the first shoe store, but happiness was not to be found. We both did better in the second store: Sketchers. 

That’s the setup: now to meet the brothers of the cane.

I habitually avoid taking my cane into stores because I have an annoying tendency of leaving it behind., but there was walking to be done in this mall, so I brought it along. 

After we did our browsing and trying on of shoes, I heard another nearby senior muttering something about forgetting his cane in another aisle, so off he went to retrieve it. When he returned, we engaged in conversation. His name is Garry. with two r’s he wanted me to know. Eventually, Sue, ever the observant one, noticed that in addition to each of us porting canes, we were dressed, at least partly, in red and black. Sue, being Sue, bless her, took a picture.

Garry commented on my shoes. He said, being ex-army, he couldn’t be seen wearing shoes like that. I will just leave that with you for the moment and continue with the anecdote.

Once Sue settled on her acquisitions and I on mine, we made our way to the checkout. Garry was ahead of us amd just finishing checking out. He began to walk away from the counter, but I quickly notified him that he was once again forgetting his cane.  How observant of me! On this occasion, I am proud to say that I never forgot mine on this outing. What a clever boy am I.

We met Garry and wifey again outside. There was more talk, and somehow it came to pass that I was to post the photo on FB. Sue gave him my business card, so he could find me online. (I have no business, but I do have a card. Sue carries a few copies around with her own non-business, business card for occasions such as this.)

I don’t post to FB much, but it had been determined that I would post this photo, and I so have done. But I am more keen to tell you the story here on the blogs. Which I have now also done. However, in conclusion, I will also add that Garry found my FB post and commented on my shoes once again, writing that he should also have a pair for the next time we meet,