Joe has gone to park our car and we are picking up a rental at the airport. We have two days of lecturing in Maryland ahead of us and we're going down a day early to give us time to travel. I'm feeling better and the last bag of IV antibiotic has been done, the IV removed. It's the first time in days that I've been free to push myself around in my chair.
After only a few minutes of waiting, I glance around at the other rental cars and notice a car that I don't recognize. I like the look of it so I decide to use my new found freedom to go and investigate. I pull up beside the car and examine the interior, nice. Then I roll around behind to see what kind of car it is, it's a Charger. Nice.
I go back to the car we've rented and park beside it waiting for Joe. A few seconds later a man approaches me, white shirt and tie, looking severe. "May I ask what you are doing here?" I could tell from his tone that he was being polite but also demanding an answer. I explained that I was waiting for Joe to park our car and come and get this one. "You didn't fly in?" he asks and I explain that we drove in. "Why were you prowling around the cars?" Prowling? PROWLING? I didn't know you could prowl in a wheelchair.
"Don't be silly," I said laughing.
He didn't laugh.
"Answer the question," he was deadly serious.
"I hadn't seen the new Charger and was just taking a look at it while waiting."
He nodded, considering what I said then he changed his tone and said, "I'd prefer it if you just waited here for your friend rather than wandering around the other cars."
"Sure," I said and he left.
I sat there realizing that he was checking me out as a possible terrorist threat at the airport. Here I am, old, fat and in a wheelchair and this guy is thinking that my actions made me suspicious! I grinned. I felt like an action figure - a villian in a bad movie. It was oddly kind of cool. I totally respected that guy for what he did, I so didn't mind being checked out. I know, if anyone knows, that wheelies are just as much a product of culture as anyone else - and so did my inquisitor. Taken seriously - that's what we want, that's what I got.
I'm going to feel safer flying out of YYZ next time.
Dangerous Dave ... over and out.