OK here's my pissed off handicap story--I was flying home to the East Coast from HEI 4 weeks post op for a small AN which means BIG balance problems--hadn't tried walking unassisted yet. US Air did manage to get me a wheelchair off the plane and they just stuck me at the gate and walked off. It was one of those wheelchairs that had to be pushed. It was midnight--no skycaps. They said someone would come in one of those motorized trolley-thingys and get me to the bagagge claim. My not-so-bright step-daughter, who was picking me up cuz Dr Love was out-of-town at a professional conference, didn't think to try to talk her way past security to pick up a wheelchair-bound passenger. I waited and waited and waited. When I finally saw the guy driving towards me 45 minutes later I was really relieved. Just as he got to me this couple with 2 fat kids flags him down and climbs aboard, leaving no room for me.
Boy did I start yelling my 1/2 shaved head off! "Those kids sure don't look handicapped to me!! Hey you __ckhead! Come back here!!"
The guy finally came back for me and took me as far as security. I had to hang onto the wall and get down the escalator myself. I finally gave up and asked this nice really tall young man to walk me to the baggage claim because I'd (obviously) just had brain surgery and was loaded to the gills on Valium, and being from the South, he said he'd be glad to. Finally found the step-daughter sitting there reading her fashion magazine, and she said "Geez, what took you so long?" Grrrrrrrrrr...........
Ever since then I've cultivated a spirit of "piratittude", particularly wenchly piratittude, which means life is too short to take crap offa people, and only give it when it is most deserved. Pirates lose body parts all the time and they just sail ON!!!!
I think Phyll oughtta get a lil' skull and crossbones tatooed on the bird finger!
Me and Gennysmom are getting matching Tats as soon as we find ourselves in the same city with a good tat place--got it all designed and everything--skull and crossbones with a pink bow--there was just no time in Philly.
Lora, you rock on girl--that's a heckuva tumor you had there--ANs aren't for sissies. And don't take crap from NOBODY!!!!
AAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Capt Deb