Peter and I went to El Rinconcito Cafe near my house tonight, not at all handicap accessible, it's down five stairs in the basement of an old rowhouse.
Knowing this, I brought my wheelchair to get there and crutches to get inside. (And, clever idea if you ask me, my bike lock to lock the wheelchair up outside… see photo above).
Peter pushed me the three blocks that probably would have taken me 30 minutes to crutch to, and as I was getting out of the wheelchair, a double-date group surfaced from the basement.
Seeing me, one of the guys generously went back down the steps to hold the door open for me… not knowing that I still had to get up, get the crutches in place and take the above photo of my bike-locked wheelchair.
So, in his sarcastic [and/or honest] tone, Peter told the guy, “Don’t worry about it, she’s going to be a while.”
Don’t I love Karma.
Just as he was saying this to the man, a bird flew by and shat on his shirt…
Oops.
We laughed and later both agreed...
Pushing your girlfriend in a wheelchair is cool…. until other people see you doing it.
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