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4 November 2014

“Good morning, Chuck. How was your weekend?” I asked.

“Quiet, damn it! I hate it when that happens. I even missed a fight at McDonald’s. Two women were going at it. I love a good cat fight. When I was working as waiter at the bar a woman walked up to another woman who was seated. She punched her in the side of the head and knocked her off her chair. She was sprawled on the floor, her dress up and she wasn’t wearing panties. The other woman who was wearing those pointy toed shoes, kicked her right between the legs. I’ve never heard such a scream of pain in my life.

“People on the bus always amaze me. Yesterday there were some skateboarders standing in the place provided for wheelchairs. They looked at me all surly, as if I had no rights at all. I backed in, as if they weren’t there. They scrambled soon enough. There was another time, this big blowhard was standing in front of me. He had some gripe against me, or occupants of wheelchairs in general. Anyway, he threatened to punch me in the face. It takes a big man to threaten someone in a wheelchair. I shot forward and clipped him in the ankles with my footrests. He fell backward with a thump.  He didn’t say a word, just hobbled to the back and got off the bus. What was I supposed to do? Sit there and get punched? Even if he killed me, I wouldn’t care. I’m more likely to die from another heart attack.

“My daughter is taking me out for lunch today. I’m looking forward to it. I wish we could go to the Thai place, but she doesn’t like that kind of food. It’ll be nice anyway.

“I keep wondering how many more days I have out here. I watched the weather forecast at 5:30 this morning, before coming down here. They’re predicting rain this afternoon and snow on the weekend. This chair is dangerous to me and to others when road conditions are slippery. Since they seldom plow my sidewalk, I may not be able to get out at all.”