Saturday, February 3, 2018

Let's Cop a Squat.

So, people amuse me if you haven’t been able to tell by now.  Yeah, Joey and I live in an able-bodied world, but that doesn’t mean their needs are lost on us.

Case in point: We know we come with our own place to sit, we are wheelchair crips after all, so we know when we’re hanging with friends, they don’t wanna stand the whole time…so, we find them a place to cop a squat.

Being that we’re two chairs in the same house, we don’t have a bunch of furniture sitting-wise around, because ours takes up space as it is.  BUT, when we plan get togethers and whatnot, we manage to clean off the couch…yes, we have a couch…of the babies. 

It irritates the hell out of us when someone assumes we won’t have places for people to cop a squat, say like, for Joey’s Avon party she’s having in two weeks on the 17th, which she’s really excited since it’ll be her first.  We’ve got a couple chairs at our dining room table as well as fold-out chairs…hell, we even have other wheelchairs if someone’s curious to cop a squat like we do. 

Ooo, beanbag chairs like I used to have in my apartment!

Anyhoo, rant over.

Be good to each other.


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