This photo shows a corner of my scooter on the lefthand side and many so-called Christmas trees on the other side. I always park my scooter here in front of the supermarket, there is no other space available. It is usually also reserved for bicycles but the bikes found a space otherwise. Wheelchairs and scooters did not come into the question as far as Christmas trees are concerned. I parked, but had no idea how to leave this space when I had finished shopping.
I can cope with being handicapped to a certain extent, I do not expect the world to revolve around my needs, but today I was annoyed. First of all I had to travel a distance along the main road where there is traffic, although luckily on this part of the road there is rarely traffic: this was due to the fact that two vans were parked on the sidewalk delivering fixtures for a new store and for me there was no room. So, I had a problem. I then saw the young man in charge of the trees and asked him, no told him that I had a big problem. He was quite surprised naturally, as he did not reckon with a rebel in a scooter amongst his Christmas trees. He said he had an escape route and would help when I left the store.
My next appointment was at the entrance desk in the store to tell them of my problem. I do not expect that 50 Christmas trees will be moved because of me, but I have now registered the problem. When I left the store the Christmas tree man immediately showed me the escape route, a narrow path between the trees. I did it and even wished him a happy Christmas. There are times when I do tend to lose my nerve.FOWC with Fandango: Nerve