So, a little background info, I started a new part time job about a month ago now delivery-driving for a pizza company (It has actually been a REALLY good job so far, quite enjoyable with a fairly small driving radius, so I often make a profit on my travel allowance) when I saw this happen as I was coming back from a delivery:
DD: Disabled Driver
EW: You should know by now.
DD: *Climbs slowly out of car, digging around for his walking cane* (from where I was, I could clearly see he had his disability card displayed, guessing EW could see it too but didn't care.)
EW: *runs up and gets in DD's face, completely invading his personal space* What the hell do you think you're doing, you faker?! You don't need to park there, you're just being lazy argablargaehwotay!!1!eleventyone
DD: *leans on his car and removes his artificial leg* You have 5 seconds to shut up and get the [redacted] out of here before I beat you with my own leg.
EW: *promptly shuts up and beats a very hasty retreat*
Me: *walks up and supports the man as he reattaches his leg* I'm guessing from your response to him, that kind of thing happens frequently.
DD: More often than I'd like to admit, sadly. They always shut up after 'seeing' my leg up close though.
DD actually ended up coming into the store as he was there to pick up an order, so I pulled some strings with the manager and we chucked in a couple of free sides. Needless to say, he tried to turn them down, but we insisted.
DD: Disabled Driver
EW: You should know by now.
DD: *Climbs slowly out of car, digging around for his walking cane* (from where I was, I could clearly see he had his disability card displayed, guessing EW could see it too but didn't care.)
EW: *runs up and gets in DD's face, completely invading his personal space* What the hell do you think you're doing, you faker?! You don't need to park there, you're just being lazy argablargaehwotay!!1!eleventyone
DD: *leans on his car and removes his artificial leg* You have 5 seconds to shut up and get the [redacted] out of here before I beat you with my own leg.
EW: *promptly shuts up and beats a very hasty retreat*
Me: *walks up and supports the man as he reattaches his leg* I'm guessing from your response to him, that kind of thing happens frequently.
DD: More often than I'd like to admit, sadly. They always shut up after 'seeing' my leg up close though.
DD actually ended up coming into the store as he was there to pick up an order, so I pulled some strings with the manager and we chucked in a couple of free sides. Needless to say, he tried to turn them down, but we insisted.
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