My wheelchair is feeling better.
On my way home on Friday, from work, I was in the lobby of the apartment building waiting for an elevator. I was struck by a fit of coughing. Two youngish people were behind me, one said to the other, 'That wheelchair has a horrible cough.'
I wasn't feeling good, and that means my defences were down, and that means that things can easily piss me off. I sat there trying to think of something to say - educational and funny. Nothing came.
Except the elevator.
We all got on.
Just as the door closed, I looked up at one of those fresh young faces and said, 'You'd better stand back, because not only does my wheelchair have a bad cough, it's got the shits too.'
They looked horrified.
Sometimes I want to educate.
Sometimes I don't.