08.15.01
Today's surreal moment:
A probable paraplegic in a wheelchair is using his pinkie finger to motate his chair in the crosswalk across Burlington Street, when his left shoe falls off. He stops his chair and starts wheeling around in a circle, defending his shoe from oncoming traffic.
Then, a car that is driving towards him stops, the driver puts on his warning lights, and hops out. He then runs over to the man in the wheelchair, picks up his shoe, puts it back on, and ties it in a double bow. He then shakes the wheelchair dude's hand, and walks back over to his car, gets in, and drives off.
The wheelchair dude then whizzes the rest of the way across Burlington Street, completely ignoring the flow of traffic around him.
I won't even cross against the light, much less risk the integrity of my sole means of getting around over a shoe, no matter how stylish the shoe may be.
The dude can't even walk, seriously. Why does he really even need shoes?
