Dear Folks, I had promised myself that I wouldn't tell you about the bad guy I met at the supermarket today but since it's still on my mind, I'll tell you anyway. This afternoon I headed up to Tops for some grocery shopping. I parked in a handicapped parking space, got out of the car and gathered up my straw market basket with empty soda bottles in it plus a plastic grocery bag with two more bottles in it. I had my purse with me and my cane and I made my slow way to the door to the market. However, I found that the automatic door opener wasn't working and I tried to push it open far enough for me to get through it. I was still struggling when a man behind me mumbled something that I interpretted that he would open the door for me. I was so pleased. He stepped in front of me, pushed the door open, walked through it and let it slam in my face. I was speechless! It's one thing for a man to open a door and let a woman enter before he does, but for a man (or woman for that matter) to see a woman with a cane and carrying things having difficulty opening a door, barge right in front of her, open the door and let it slam shut in front of her, was something I don't recall ever happening to me or anybody else. A kindly gentleman who was standing behind me reached forward, opened the door and held it open until I got through. That did a lot to keep my faith in human kind. I made myself comfortable in my motorized shopping cart and wheeled myself into the store. Right in front of me I saw the bin I was looking for. It was loaded with fresh corn on the cob at the sale price of 10/$1.99. I parked my shopping cart close to the bin and dove right on in. The couple of women who were also huddling around the bin were only too glad to help me pick out the ears of corn and even offered to husk each and every ear I had my eye on. Their kindness and thoughtfulness more than made up for the bad guy at the door. For the rest of my shopping, people realized that I was in a wheelchair that was difficult to maneuver and went out of their way to accommodate me. We exchanged smiles with each other and by the time I checked out, I was back to my old self believing in the kindness of strangers. 99.99% of everyone I meet are such nice people, but once in a blue moon I meet the .01% who can ruin my day if it weren't for the vast majority of the others. vee