Saturday, October 1, 2011


While driving my speedy wheelchair towards the pharmacy window, I heard some yelling and screeching about 10 feet behind me:

Some random woman (SRW): Damn it!
Madame J: Ouch! Watch where you're going!
SRW: It's not fair!
Madame J: Excuse me?
SRW: That wheelchair beat me to the pharmacist.
Madame J: Is that why you ran into me? You were trying to race the wheelchair?
SRW: It's not fair. I should have run faster.
Madame J: Oh, really?
SRW: Really. Damn wheelchairs. I should have run faster.


  1. The wheelchair beat me to the pharmacy. As if. I am sure that it wasn't the wheelchair, but the expert driving maneuvers of the occupant.

    Mango Momma

  2. I agree with the random woman. I hate when that happens.

  3. And that's why I've started jogging (for the first time in 15 years) recently. So those damn wheelchairs stop beating me to the pharmacy line.

  4. Next time, take out a toe or two on the way. That will teach 'em.