Today we had a revolting development in the men's restroom. A handicapped gentleman drove his motorized scooter into the handicapped stall, got out and then sat down on the toilet to do his business, and then grabbed the safety rail behind the toilet to lift himself back up.
Except the safety rail fell right off the wall, and handicapped gentleman went with it.
I came into the restroom to find him crawling around the floor, unable to unlatch the door, so I had to shimmy under the wall and open it. Then I had to enlist the help of a co-worker to lift him back up and into his scooter. He wasn't light either--I'd guess he weighed as much as myself, and I weigh 220.
He took it in stride. He mentioned he had had falls at other places and we were the most helpful.
Only thing is, my back is just about killin'. And this happened over 5 hours ago. At least I get tomorrow off so I can spend tonight with Tylenol and the heating pad.
Except the safety rail fell right off the wall, and handicapped gentleman went with it.

I came into the restroom to find him crawling around the floor, unable to unlatch the door, so I had to shimmy under the wall and open it. Then I had to enlist the help of a co-worker to lift him back up and into his scooter. He wasn't light either--I'd guess he weighed as much as myself, and I weigh 220.
He took it in stride. He mentioned he had had falls at other places and we were the most helpful.
Only thing is, my back is just about killin'. And this happened over 5 hours ago. At least I get tomorrow off so I can spend tonight with Tylenol and the heating pad.


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