Wheelchairs Are Not For Me.
I am so thankful to not be in a wheelchair. I got up very early this morning for work. My gas light came on so I pulled into a gas station, put the car in park, and filled up. I walked inside and wanted something to drink and a small snack to go with it. I grabbed a lemon-lime Gatorade, a bottle of Fiji water, and then made the decision that I wanted Combos. The only Combos I truly love are the ones that for whatever reason stores never seem to have. My Combos of choice is Cheddar Cheese Pretzel. These fucking places stock the nacho cheese pretzel, the pizzeria ones, the nacho cheese cracker, and the cheddar cheese cracker. Can’t a brotha get some love?! I think the Cheddar Cheese Pretzel is the best. Why is it like looking for a needle in a fucking haystack.
On to wheelchairs now. So as I am leaving the gas station, I open the door and start to walk towards my car. Mind you it is only about ten after five in the morning. It’s still dark and not too many people are out. After I’m about 3 feet out the door, I see an overweight man in a wheelchair scooting ever so slowly towards the door. I do the decent thing. I slow my pace down to a complete stop, do an about face, and head back to the door. I say “let me get that for you.” The man says “thanks” and continues to scoot forward. So I hold the door and he is halfway in and I’m about to let the door close. But then he gets stuck. I mean the shit you and I take for granted! The incline to get in the store was about an 1/8 of an inch high. I considered giving him a little courtesy push, but I opted to wait a second. Then, with all his might, he pressed his arms against the sides of the doors, kinda lunged the chair forward and got to the top of the mountain…….umm I mean floor in this case(mean joke, sorry).
We have it so good. Be thankful for your mobility, your sight, your ability to hear, your teeth, your functioning digestive tracks, and all the things that many people currently live without. And stop complaining while you’re at it.
2 years ago • Notes