"special", (so "special")...

These days it's a thing..

Supermarkets designate hours when "special" customers are especially welcome. By "special" I mean disabled in some way. But way before that, at least for us truly urban dwellers, this was always a thing. It's all a question of timing.

Visualise 9am. But not your 9am; everyone else's. Most are already at work or schooling, and the other half taking a much-deserved breath. Focus on the retail world now; the shops: workers work at 9am because, well it's in their contract and everyone opens at nine, right?

But few actual humans are up for actual shopping at this time which is why it's the perfect time for "special" shoppers and always has been.

Being disabled means live in a city, for so many reasons. If you are disabled in any way and don't live in a city I recommend you move to a city, to right in the centre of that city, right now. Ideally this city will provide ample green space, but frankly that's secondary. You can create your own green space inside your dwelling. Or else waaaay out in the country. It's a binary decision.

City == 9am shopping. Liminal-Zen-Time. For years I have been topping-up my groceries, grabbing five-packs of kid's socks, perusing-vinyl-in-peace and idling through 2nd hand treasures in that wide-open space that is everyone-else-waking-up. Occasionally I meet like-minded fools, and occasionally more. I figured this out as a teenager.

Anyone desiring this as a lifestyle can grab an early bus, or better yet, move here; closer to the centre.

I might even see you around the local shops, circa 9.10am.

;o)