I was pushing OuchyKim around in the wheelchair today. We were in a shopping complex of swanky proportions. There were designer shops and there was designer food. What wasn't there was the latest collection of designer considerate people.
It's tough to get through doors that have to be held open if two hands are pushing a chair and two other hands are in that chair. Someone's getting hit in the behind or someone's getting their fingers pinched.
Neither one is good.
People stare at us. The look at OuchyKim in the chair and think who knows what about us. But they do stare. They stare and stare. But they don't help open the damned door.
I'm cranky about that.
And they didn't have a table for us, either.
Jerks.
Posted by dotty at October 23, 2004 08:09 PM