Cane And Able

I have an invisible disability. Some days are “good” and some days are so painful I need to use a cane to walk. I have finished a long shift (sitting down, thank the Lord) and I’m slowly ambling my way out of the store with my cane.

A customer sees me:

Customer: “Are you going to help at the checkouts? They’re very busy.”

Me: “Actually I’ve finished my shift. I’m heading home!”

Customer: “You need to get someone to help out at the checkouts!”

Me: “I’ll let a manager know if I see them on the way out.”

The customer just stands there staring at me as I very slooooowly make my way.

Customer: “Are you serious? You don’t need that cane! You’re just going slow on purpose to make me go away!”

Me: “That’s not the case. I need this cane because I have a disability that flares up.”

Customer: “Lying lazy a**! What disability! I can’t see it!”

Me: “Well, you can’t see stupid, either, but we both know you have it.”

The customer stormed off to find my manager. My manager must have laughed in his face because I made it all the way out to my car and was able to drive away without getting into trouble, and it took me a long time to get there!