Nowadays, when I go out, we usually have the wheelchair in the back of Bob's SUV, for when I need it. But, if I go out with a friend or my mom, their cars don't have room for the wheelchair, and I have to rely on one of the loaner chairs available in most stores.
But the loaner chairs are getting harder to find. Many stores are replacing the plain old wheelchairs with scooter/tricycle things that run on an electric motor. Some covert observation of the users of these things has showed the users to be (1) ginormously fat (not "I ate a half gallon of ice cream" -- more like "I eat a five gallon can of hot fudge each day before breakfast"); (2) have no manners whatsoever. These people race their scooters between carriages and pedestrians with fire in their eyes, hoping to rack up points in all the carnage.
There's one woman we see quite regularly (at a buffet restaurant - see point #1) who rams the backs of your legs with her scooter and curses you if you get between her and the hot food line. While she's doing this, she is chatting on her cell phone and loudly announcing that she's handicapped. I live in fear that if I got within twelve miles of one of those scooters, I'd be thought of as some relative of this beast.
On Friday, my mother was going to take me on a shopping trip to Costco, and we were discussing details over dinner the night before. Bob pointed out that the past few times he's been to Costco without me, the manual wheelchairs were nowhere to be seen, and everyone had to use the scooters. I whined that I didn't want to use a scooter, "because all the scooter people are fat and mean."
DD looked up from her supper with an evil gleam in her eye and a "this is gonna be good" smile on her face. "It's okay, Mama. We'll just make a sign to put on your back that says 'I'm Not Mean,' so the people won't have to be so afraid of you."
After pausing for a moment to see if she'd finish the statement, I asked about why she didn't mention fat.
Laughing uproariously at having "got" me, she answered, "Well, the people can see you for themselves, can't they? Let's just leave it at 'Not Mean.'"
Then she patted my head condescendingly, and ran off before I could kick her in the butt.
Kathy N-V