So, this happened:
Some precocious little monster, probably five or six years old and showing out for his little brother, asks me why I’m in a wheelchair.
“Normal reasons,” I said. “I’m crippled. It’s what we do.”
Precocious little monster picks that moment to go shy and kind of hides behind his dad.
“Stay in school,” I said, “or you’ll end up a cripple, too.”
I found a website with clothing designed for wheelchair users. They want $128 for a pair of sweatpants designed for wheelchair use.
In other news: HAVE YOU MORONS BEEN SMOKING CRACK?!
Things I have learned in a wheelchair: when it rains, base your wardrobe on what dries the fastest.
Note to Self: Carry a spare pair of gloves when it rains. Also, a spare pair of pants.
This would be the best wheelchair van in the history of wheelchair vans. If you happen to have a spare on laying about.…