Wheel Chairs, pah.....
When i started going out with the current Mrs DM I discovered that she was a unit manager who worked with people who were classed as long term disabled or from "now until dead" as I called them at the time (I'm better now cause the wife has since beat it out of me).........

Upon entering her work for the first time I was introduced to a gent who is very badly disabled indeed, weighs about 6 stone and is balled up on a big powered wheel chair looking like a giant dried out foetus.

However regardless of his disability the boys marbles are all there if a little scrambled in that he fancies the future Mrs DM."and" thinks he is in with a chance.

So when I introduce myself as his current fantasy's jockey I'm a little surprised with his reaction.

First there is the blood curdling wail that only the terminally disabled can make.

This is then followed by the frantic rubbing sound of wheels on carpet as he tries to do a dukes of hazard in his powered wheel chair and run me down..


Now comes the bad bit......

Do I just jump out of the way and wander off seeking safety in the staff room, eh no.

Do I step to the side (because I can) and deftly remove the little joy stick that he uses to control his chair leaving him stranded in the middle of the hall and then wander off seeking safety etc etc.......... after leaving his joy stick safely out of reach on the table in front of him.... yep.....


Fortunately because of the noise he was making he wasn't there to long.

That said length is all relative as they say........ (it's been a while since I've seen a length joke)...

I later denied it all and put it down to the fact he was jealous...

I'm just glad they didn't have CCTV at the time
(Dark Matter All The Wonders In The World & We Invent Boredom, Fri 12 Dec 2008, 14:56, Reply)