I saw a very unpleasant person in a wheelchair today who deserves to be mentioned on here.
I was on the bus with a friend of mine. I don't know what's wrong with him, but he can't bend or straighten his legs/knees past a certain point. He needs a walker to walk with and he's probably all of 20 years old. He's very lanky, and he stutters. He's a wonderful guy beneath all that, but often you can't understand what he says, or he'll stutter so much he can't get past a word.
We got on the bus, and for some reason, the rule on the bus this time was that people get on first, then the guy in the wheelchair gets off. (Not saying he's not a person, obviously)
We ended up sitting across the aisle from the man in the wheelchair. He pulled away to go out. There was DEFINITELY plenty of room for him to go past. I mean, two wheelchairs could have gone past there, but my friend's foot was still in the aisle.
W: Wheelchair
HD: Highly Durable, High-Definition Hyena Dandy
HDF: My Friend.
W: Move your feet
HD: *feet under the seat*
HDF: Feet as far as he can get them*
W: You too
HDF: You can g-g-g-
W: Your feet are in the way
HD: There's plenty of room
W: *ignors, glares at HDF* Move them
HDF: I c-c-c-c... c-c-c-c... c-can't
W: You can walk, can't you?
HDF: Y-y-y-y
W: Move your feet
HD: His legs won't bend anymore.
W: THen you bend them.
HD: *glare* No
HDF: *feet less than an inch back, clearly working* Th-th-th-there
W: No respect *leaves*
I was on the bus with a friend of mine. I don't know what's wrong with him, but he can't bend or straighten his legs/knees past a certain point. He needs a walker to walk with and he's probably all of 20 years old. He's very lanky, and he stutters. He's a wonderful guy beneath all that, but often you can't understand what he says, or he'll stutter so much he can't get past a word.
We got on the bus, and for some reason, the rule on the bus this time was that people get on first, then the guy in the wheelchair gets off. (Not saying he's not a person, obviously)
We ended up sitting across the aisle from the man in the wheelchair. He pulled away to go out. There was DEFINITELY plenty of room for him to go past. I mean, two wheelchairs could have gone past there, but my friend's foot was still in the aisle.
W: Wheelchair
HD: Highly Durable, High-Definition Hyena Dandy
HDF: My Friend.
W: Move your feet
HD: *feet under the seat*
HDF: Feet as far as he can get them*
W: You too
HDF: You can g-g-g-
W: Your feet are in the way
HD: There's plenty of room
W: *ignors, glares at HDF* Move them
HDF: I c-c-c-c... c-c-c-c... c-can't
W: You can walk, can't you?
HDF: Y-y-y-y
W: Move your feet
HD: His legs won't bend anymore.
W: THen you bend them.
HD: *glare* No
HDF: *feet less than an inch back, clearly working* Th-th-th-there
W: No respect *leaves*
Comment