sinjin
11-28-2004, 11:58 AM
So we're flying back home from a little holiday birthday trip. I got the tickets awhile in advance so we got first pick on seats. Since Mr. Pict is pretty tall I was very happy that I got absolutely first pick and chose the front row bulkhead seats. Unfortunately this particular airline boards from the back so we were the last on and surprised to find someone else was in our seats.
A flight attendent explained that the "gentleman" in Mr. Pict's seat came on in a wheel chair which was too big to go down the aisle and he couldn't take the two steps to get to the second row seat to which he was assigned, And would we mind sitting in the second row so he and his wife could keep our seats. Not a problem, we had just had a most excellent vacation and were in a good mood, we even expressed a bit of sympathy for the poor guy. So Mr. Pict squished into the second row where he had to seat with his knees twisted to the right so as not to hit the seat in front of him. I'm short so not a real problem for me.
At this time I also noticed a not too much older than us woman (60ish) that I had seen earlier going thru the security line who also was wheelchair bound. She was so feeble that she couldn't walk thru the security gate and had to be hand inspected while seated in her wheel chair. We had one of those little "wow, I hope whatever her problem is I don't get it conversation snippets" which is why I remembered her. She was in the opposite bulkhead row.
So, three hours go by and it's time to get off the plane and the flight attendent goes up to the first row and explains to the wheelchair folks that after everyone else gets off wheelchair attendents will assist them to the baggage claim area. And then not one but two miracles occur. Suddenly the lame can walk. Just three hours past neither of these individuals could take even a couple of steps unassisted. But now with the prospect of being last off the plane they were both suddenly able to propel themselves off the plane, up the jetway, thru the terminal and down to the baggage claim area all without assistance. I think the flight attendant was ready to bitch slap them both since he had been extra concerned about their comfort throughout the flight.
The older woman did use a cane, but the "gentleman" who couldn't make it to the second row of seats was truely cured. He needed no cane, had no limp, and was able to singlehandedly pull his HUGE bags from the turnstyles. So I pit you fucktard fake handi-capped individuals.
A flight attendent explained that the "gentleman" in Mr. Pict's seat came on in a wheel chair which was too big to go down the aisle and he couldn't take the two steps to get to the second row seat to which he was assigned, And would we mind sitting in the second row so he and his wife could keep our seats. Not a problem, we had just had a most excellent vacation and were in a good mood, we even expressed a bit of sympathy for the poor guy. So Mr. Pict squished into the second row where he had to seat with his knees twisted to the right so as not to hit the seat in front of him. I'm short so not a real problem for me.
At this time I also noticed a not too much older than us woman (60ish) that I had seen earlier going thru the security line who also was wheelchair bound. She was so feeble that she couldn't walk thru the security gate and had to be hand inspected while seated in her wheel chair. We had one of those little "wow, I hope whatever her problem is I don't get it conversation snippets" which is why I remembered her. She was in the opposite bulkhead row.
So, three hours go by and it's time to get off the plane and the flight attendent goes up to the first row and explains to the wheelchair folks that after everyone else gets off wheelchair attendents will assist them to the baggage claim area. And then not one but two miracles occur. Suddenly the lame can walk. Just three hours past neither of these individuals could take even a couple of steps unassisted. But now with the prospect of being last off the plane they were both suddenly able to propel themselves off the plane, up the jetway, thru the terminal and down to the baggage claim area all without assistance. I think the flight attendant was ready to bitch slap them both since he had been extra concerned about their comfort throughout the flight.
The older woman did use a cane, but the "gentleman" who couldn't make it to the second row of seats was truely cured. He needed no cane, had no limp, and was able to singlehandedly pull his HUGE bags from the turnstyles. So I pit you fucktard fake handi-capped individuals.