It's Green Day

Hey, it's Green Day not the group are the song but the day Saint Patrick's Day, the day you're supposed to wear green and not red. Not read at any cost or you get the big pinch. My caregiver dressed me and nothing but green today so I'm okay not that I want any word that anybody would know enough to pinch me or whatever even if I did wear red. After the bathroom break and the shower Melissa dressed me in all green..I knew I wanted to do something today but was not sure exactly what. Last week when I was up the street to the Walmart I noticed they had these big jugs of apple juice 96 oz to a jug I thought that would be nice to have in my refrigerator. So I figured nothing else I would drive the bus or take the bus up to the corner and run through Walmart for a while to get at least the apple juice and maybe some grapes. I was proud of myself I didn't spend too much as is usually my case when I go out to socially spend. Two bottles of apple juice one potato roaster, a pound of grapes green and quite crunchy and one or two other things I can't remember what they are right now. I did something today at the market which I hardly ever do and that was to use the self-serve checkout. All of the regular checkout options were stacked up with people so I figured I would try to just check myself out and see how well I do. I must confess these places really challenge me- - the checking out stuff especially when you have stuff like a one potato or grapes that do not fit conveniently in their little pictures that they have. You have to actually interface with the software to type in the item to get the price and to add it to your stuff. Usually I can get one of the people there whose job it is to help people there's problems to assist me and basically check me out but I could tell the employees today just weren't really into it and it was going to be a challenge. Luckily, you must have been a new guy because he was really willing to help, but Jenny the employee it looks like she'd been there for some time was not going to help any more than she had to. Eventually the guy who I think might have been somewhat disabled was really willing to help me and I think he really liked doing the assistant thing. It took me awhile in a more assistance than I want to admit but I finally got through the checking out process. The large 96 oz bottles of apple juice I put on each side of my stick like a burl so they balanced each other out and the other items I just stuck or I could off my hook it worked out very well I was kind of surprised- - that's right I even got hot dog buns. Everything got home without any major issues. Nothing was crushed everything was fine. I'll see you even able to enter the bus with my wide load of apple juice bottles. I probably really need to work on doing the self-serve checkout stuff. It's essentially what being independently disabled is all about- I reckon. Weather is by designer what the self checkout lines tend to move faster than the regular checkout areas. Maybe it's because people who have tons of stuff to check out like to have somebody else do it for him and not try to check themselves out independently. Luckily I hardly ever get anything enough to worry about having too much to check out