Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Handicapped
Well I took my dad to see Lord of War. Not a bad movie, but it is a little sadistic from time to time. With the alterations to the Aerostar, I can take his 300+lb Electric Wheelchair around. I get to use the handicapped spaces when he is with me. I respect the rules. I don't cut corners and it pisses me off when someone breaks those rules. After the movie, my dad had to use the bathroom. Having ALS (Lou Gehrigs Disease), when you need to go, there isn't much time till the river starts flooding so to speak. Just like every movie theatre bathroom, all stalls are jammed packed. We beeline to the handicap stall. It was already occupied. I knock on the door indicating that my dad is waiting outside and would like to use it asap. No response from behind the door. A quick peer over the stall wall indicates that there is an adult who is using the crapper. No Wheelchair or guidestick. Possibly deaf so I called out to him indicating "Hey buddy, can you hurry up? My disabled father needs it." I got the reply to the equivalent of having sexual intercourse with myself.
Ok this guy now pissed me off. A stall opens up beside the handicapped stall and I decided to improvise since the waterworks were soon to go. I park the wheelchair in front of the regular stall. I cram myself and my dad, holding him up and keeping his balance on me since the chair could not enter the narrow passage. One thing is that I always think on my feet and sometimes Karma tends to help a bit. The heavy wheelchair I parked and picked up my dad was parked in front of the handicapped stall door. As I was helping my dad in the stall I hear this thunk. The knucklehead moron in the handicapped stall is trapped inside because the wheelchair is blocking the door. I can hear him trying to push it out of the way, but to no avail. I am of a medium build and can barely move that wheelchair in a parked position without disengaging the electric drive system. So he starts cursing obsenities and threatens to call the police. My dad was just about finished at this time so I start walking him back to his chair. All the meanwhile everyone is hearing and looking at the handicapped stall and the words coming from back of it. Suddenly some security personel decided to show up. I explained what transpired here and were backed up by some other bystanders. I figure the guy got kicked out of the theatre and given a stern warning. In retrospect, I really would have liked to meet him in the parking lot and shown him some of my skills at fighting(dirty).
Ok this guy now pissed me off. A stall opens up beside the handicapped stall and I decided to improvise since the waterworks were soon to go. I park the wheelchair in front of the regular stall. I cram myself and my dad, holding him up and keeping his balance on me since the chair could not enter the narrow passage. One thing is that I always think on my feet and sometimes Karma tends to help a bit. The heavy wheelchair I parked and picked up my dad was parked in front of the handicapped stall door. As I was helping my dad in the stall I hear this thunk. The knucklehead moron in the handicapped stall is trapped inside because the wheelchair is blocking the door. I can hear him trying to push it out of the way, but to no avail. I am of a medium build and can barely move that wheelchair in a parked position without disengaging the electric drive system. So he starts cursing obsenities and threatens to call the police. My dad was just about finished at this time so I start walking him back to his chair. All the meanwhile everyone is hearing and looking at the handicapped stall and the words coming from back of it. Suddenly some security personel decided to show up. I explained what transpired here and were backed up by some other bystanders. I figure the guy got kicked out of the theatre and given a stern warning. In retrospect, I really would have liked to meet him in the parking lot and shown him some of my skills at fighting(dirty).
