I’m sat in my powerchair at a t junction waiting to cross one of the roads. There are streams of traffic on both roads and so I’m waiting a fair few minutes. I’m also beginning to wonder if anyone is ever going to hang fire long enough that I can sneak across and continue on home.
So I’m sat there listening to my iPod waiting to cross the road. And this little old lady comes up to me.
“Are you ok love? Can you manage to cross the road or shall I help you?”
Well, that certainly never happened before. And lets hope it doesn’t again. People can tell me that “there’s a first time for everything.” all they want, but well, be that as it may, that’s an “everything” I could do without.
If the old joke about helping an old lady cross the road has been replaced by one about the old lady helping the woman in the wheelchair across the road I’m making a formal complaint. To the world.
And as if that wasn’t bad enough to have me sitting there going “my life has hit a new low point” another little old lady on a bike stopped to let me passed a bit further on. And she stopped in some stinging nettles *ouch* (personally I thought from previous experience there was space for us both which is why I didn’t stop) so obviously I smiled and thanked her.
She told me “that’s ok love.” and reached out and stroked my arm.
Yup my life definitely has hit a new low point!