Trip to the Supermarket

My brother and I drove in our car up to the local supermarket and parked towards the end of the lot because we like to think the extra hundred yards we have to travel counts as exercise.  My brother and I go our separate ways as he walks to the hardware store next to the supermarket.  It is a bright day with the sun shining in my face as I enter the store.  As I move past all of the carts because I am only there to get some milk, I notice the service desk lady look at me as I go by.  After I have examined all of the prices of the milk within reach, I grab the cheapest carton and make my way toward the self-check-out area.  There is a line, so I get behind a mother with her child who continually looks at me until her mother tells her to stop.  Nonetheless, the child continues to sneak glances at me until they eventually walk away.  Finally, there is an open station.  I scan my milk, and the attendant walks over and asks I if I need any help.  I say I don't and he continues on his rounds.  I leave the store and meet my brother back at the car.  He asks me how my shopping was and I say looking at myself, "It's like people have never seen somebody in a wheel chair."