Gather 'round, children....
I feel another story coming on....
So let me begin before the beginning. There's a guy at work who I'll call Waldo. Waldo is not in good graces with me because he comes and goes as he pleases, with no regard to set work hours, wanders around wasting his time as well as the time of others. He once made the mistake of telling me that he does whatever he damn well pleases because he has a medical condition and should "they" decide to terminate him or take action, he will sue for discrimination because of his disability. "They don't dare touch me." A couple of years later and I am now part of "they." I believe that Waldo now recognizes that his earlier comments were possibly made to the wrong person and he makes a point of being chatty and friendly to me.
So on to the present... It's Thursday afternoon and I need to run to Sam's Club to pick up salad stuff for a potluck. I go on my lunch hour and stop at the very trendy Sam's Cafe for a slice of pizza. I'm sitting at the little picnic type table, leaned over my plate and picking the toppings off my slice of pizza. I never eat the crust, never did even before surgery.
So I'm engrossed in a mushroom, leaned forward when an obese woman sat on my back. The only thing I can think of is that she was trying to manuever onto the bench behind me and fell backwards. Mind you this is speculation on my part because she never said a word to me and took off as soon as she got up. I imagine she was embarrassed. Unfortunately, she sat on my two bulging disks which rendered me speechless and started me crying and gasping for air. It was owie.
I should have called a manager or another store employee, but all I could think to do was get out of there. The benches were too close together and the store had created a hazard and made it impossible for this woman to safely manuever through the benches and tables or sit down.
So I make it to my car and back to the work parking lot. When I'm in severe pain, I throw up. Obviously, I'm not in enough pain often enough or I'd be thinner than I am. Anyway, I'm sitting in my car in the work parking lot and I throw up in a plastic trash bag I keep in the car.
I finally make it out of the car with my purse, and some other bags in my right hand and a bag of pizza puke in the left. I'm limping across the parking lot when who comes along, but Waldo *****aches for the bag in my left hand and offers to help. I had a mighty internal war. Extend my left hand or keep going..... "No thanks, Waldo. I've got it."
So back to the topic of Sam's Club. At first I was really angry at the woman to sat on me for not even checking to see if I was OK, but then again, I understand the embarrassment. If I had called managemnt when it happened, it would have been a horrible situation for her and so I'm glad I didn't, but I still think that Sam's needs to do something about those tables that are just too close together. I've decided that when I'm mobile again, I'm going to go in and talk with them about their table set up.
Now I have to figure out how to explain to my doctor that a fat lady sat on my back in Sam's.
Connie
Only You My Friend & Hope you heal quickly from this situation. I will be in AZ on Mon/Tues to get my dogs still don't know where they are going, but, for now they will be with me & Mom will just have to deal with it!! Take care of
those disks Sorry I can't get to Phoenix to say Hi!!
Ladybug Marilyn 
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