If you read someone's blog long enough you are going to, without exception, learn WAY too much about them. This is a case in point. Sometimes somethings need a bit of context. Yes, I am working up to divulging something kind of personal. Here goes.
I can't talk to someone while I'm peeing.
I just can't.
I've never been able to.
So, as you can guess, today's story happens in a bathroom. We stopped to do a bit of shopping, get a break from the long ride, and go to the washroom. Joe held the door, I rolled in and over to the accessible toilet. All the other stalls were empty but this one was locked tight. When I pulled on the door, checking if the stall was free, a gruff voiced called out: OCCUPIED.
Joe finished at the urinal, washed his hands and said, "I'll wait just outside, call me when you need my help." He had already lifted my foot rest so I wouldn't need him again until I was back in the chair. He guards the door outside against someone trying to make off with my chair. Finally the door opened a fellow came out, saw me in my chair, blushed a little and said, "They don't usually have disabled people here."
OK. Good to know I guess.
I go into the stall. I hear a father and a small child come in to the bathroom. The child is protesting having to wash his hands because, "I only snotted in them once." I am grinning as I am peeing. I can do that. Then the child notices my chair and says, "What's that?" The father said, "It's what lazy people use when they don't want to walk or to get a job." "Why don't they want a job?" "Because they are greedy lazy people."
I can't talk while I'm peeing.
I do manage to get out, before I hear the door close, "None of that is true!: I manage this because I can talk when I shake. I want to say more, but they are gone.
What the hell?