all that heaven allows
Feb. 8th, 2025 01:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
somedayseattleI wrote a post the other day about these silly humans and their adorably condescending comments to those of us walking impaired people. I felt one Public Service Announcement about their quips for crips would be enough. And then yesterday along comes this dope.
The interaction itself was brief, clocking in at probably 90 seconds. But it’s 90 seconds that has cast doubt on the future of humanity. Every time something good happens my faith in humanity grows. Then without fail some rando flapjack will pop that balloon. Erica had forgotten the mailbox key and had gone upstairs to retrieve it whilst I waited in the lobby. It was a pleasant day so I rolled out to the front of the apartment building and put a slight tilt on the wheelchair. Within moments I’m approached by a woman striding across the parking lot. She looks to be about 30 with a ponytail, devilishly cute and walking with a purpose. She ambles up to me and says the words every boy longs to hear...
'Are you Jeffrey, my DoorDash driver?'
I tilt my wheelchair seat forward and then slide my glasses down my beak an inch or so.
'Do I look like a DoorDash driver to you?' i say in my best Chandler Bing voice,.
I don’t think she heard me because her response was asking me if I had just come from Chick-fil-A. “No. I did not come from Chick-fil-A. I’m in a wheelchair. I came from the hospital” I don’t think the stupidity of her comment had sunk in yet. “Hmmm I wonder where Jeffrey is with my food.” she mutters while walking away perplexed.
On a possibly call related note I read yesterday that America’s helium supply is depleted and not up to an acceptable level. After meeting this chunk of human styrofoam I think I know why.
The interaction itself was brief, clocking in at probably 90 seconds. But it’s 90 seconds that has cast doubt on the future of humanity. Every time something good happens my faith in humanity grows. Then without fail some rando flapjack will pop that balloon. Erica had forgotten the mailbox key and had gone upstairs to retrieve it whilst I waited in the lobby. It was a pleasant day so I rolled out to the front of the apartment building and put a slight tilt on the wheelchair. Within moments I’m approached by a woman striding across the parking lot. She looks to be about 30 with a ponytail, devilishly cute and walking with a purpose. She ambles up to me and says the words every boy longs to hear...
'Are you Jeffrey, my DoorDash driver?'
I tilt my wheelchair seat forward and then slide my glasses down my beak an inch or so.
'Do I look like a DoorDash driver to you?' i say in my best Chandler Bing voice,.
I don’t think she heard me because her response was asking me if I had just come from Chick-fil-A. “No. I did not come from Chick-fil-A. I’m in a wheelchair. I came from the hospital” I don’t think the stupidity of her comment had sunk in yet. “Hmmm I wonder where Jeffrey is with my food.” she mutters while walking away perplexed.
On a possibly call related note I read yesterday that America’s helium supply is depleted and not up to an acceptable level. After meeting this chunk of human styrofoam I think I know why.
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Date: 2025-02-08 07:10 pm (UTC)