I am Unique, Just like You!
Yesterday at the mall I had the opportunity to practice my favorite new sport - wheelchair bowling. Basically, this consists of me serving as the rolling bowling ball and individuals who are too ignorant or rude to realize that walking directly into my path is a bad idea serving as pins. Small children and the elderly do not count. I figure I am not wasting the skin on my hands that is required to try to suddenly stop my chair, even with gloves on, because someone is too ignorant to realize that I have the right to be there and might not be able to stop within a 2 second time frame so they can walk in my path. Also, I say "excuse me" once, and then I figure if I know you heard me you must want to be a bowling pin. :) So yesterday I was cruising at a good speed down the hallway of the mall, trying to make it to the exit where the bus stop is in time to catch the bus. A group of teenage wanna-be punks decided that it would be a great idea to meander directly in front of me and then just kind of slow to a stop in the intersection. These kinds of teenagers greatly amuse me because if you speak with them they will insist that with their torn, baggy jeans and black nail polish and spiked hair and converse high tops they are rebelling and being a completely unique individual. However, each of their friends also happens to be rebelling and being completely unique in just the exact same fashion. this coincidence escapes them. It also escapes them that if they were really being successful at being unique and individualistic there would not be stores that catered to them because there would be no "them". I love the mentality "I am being an individual and I am being unique, just like all of my friends!". So anyway, a group of these punk clones was directly in my path and I was going slightly over what is probably considered the speed limit. I swerved and did make an effort to slow down, but I also felt the need to educate them in the ways of the world. So as I narrowly missed several sets of converse high tops and pale legs sticking out from ultra baggy shorts, I announced "This thing does not come equipped with brakes. It is pretty stupid to walk right in front of me and not expect to get hit!" Most of the clones - sorry, unique individuals, were absorbed in their conversation regarding some musician but one of them who just missed losing a few toes heard me and began to laugh hysterically. As I wheeled away, I heard him calling out to his minions, um one of a kind friends, "Hey guys! Did you hear her?!?" So they may be unique punk wanna be clones, but hopefully they are slightly more educated and less likely to cause a wheelchair crash clones. I am Hell on Wheels, Educating the World one group of Bowling Pins at a Time!! :)
July 7, 2009 at 1:36 PM
amazing that this group of "indivuals" pardon my spelling, were cohearant enough to understand move your butt out of my way!
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