03-26-2002, 04:18 PM
I was at the supermarket, and I saw a guy with MD, or ALS or something that had his body all twisted and useless.
He was in a wheelchair and he was controlling the movement with a little blow stick in his mouth, like quadrapalegics do.
He had bumped into one of those displays at the end of the aisle and was tangled up in it. If he moved back the entire display and everything in it would have fallen over. He kept moving back and forth trying to get untangled from the cheddar cheese Golfish to no avail
I was standing in the aisle just staring at him, in awe that no one was helping him, and wondering how the fuck he even got the store. I mean someone had to bring him there, right? Where the hell had they been for the five minutes I was watching him struggle? Or did he just roll down the highway to the Star Market?
It was when that visual reached me, that I burst into laughter that I tried to contain, but was unable to. I had to just leave my shit in that asile and walk around for a few minutes.
He was in a wheelchair and he was controlling the movement with a little blow stick in his mouth, like quadrapalegics do.
He had bumped into one of those displays at the end of the aisle and was tangled up in it. If he moved back the entire display and everything in it would have fallen over. He kept moving back and forth trying to get untangled from the cheddar cheese Golfish to no avail
I was standing in the aisle just staring at him, in awe that no one was helping him, and wondering how the fuck he even got the store. I mean someone had to bring him there, right? Where the hell had they been for the five minutes I was watching him struggle? Or did he just roll down the highway to the Star Market?
It was when that visual reached me, that I burst into laughter that I tried to contain, but was unable to. I had to just leave my shit in that asile and walk around for a few minutes.