Ciao ciao. Erm, hmmm...erm...( I can type in this lazy style because this is not professional, it is a honest, true part of a story, told 'live', once). This blog reaches it's fourth birthday on 20th December. Don't worry, I will save the fun calculations until next week.
Hehe. I was in a Surbiton cafe yesterday, so shocked and depressed that this note was promoted to 'top of the list'. A fairly big, high-street chain, yes, but a COFFEE shop. I was sitting at the end of the bar (in my wheelchair, obviously), drinking my double espresso. At this position, I closely experience following customers at the bar. It saddened me to slowly realise that 'coffee' is not winning, everyone buys concoctions of milk and sugar, guzzle it into their fat bellies, then they blame 'coffee'! How dare they!?!!!? I was drinking my coffee when a woman (who obviously thought she was Stateside), followed her drink with a comment...
'There's no caramel on the top.
It's the best part.'
I had to follow it up...
Am I the only one who drinks coffee in here? I wish I had asked her, but saved it for the barista later on.
I don't like looking into my future. What I am currently missing out on, scares me. I enjoy living for now (doing what I can do, NOW)! I'm content with letting fate direct me. Fate controls us anyway, it's our choice to accept this, or not.
Personal space
One benefit of living in a wheelchair. Hmmm. I was travelling on a bus, which then got very busy. If London Underground were as easy to use, I sense that a similar feeling may be had. Basically, I am content when crammed in by the public. When I need to move, I move, and it is up to them to get out of the way. If I need to get off the bus, I will. My wheelchair is very heavy if it goes over feet!
My last note was made yesterday. I was crossing the road, fine. I just exit the central island at the crossing, when I look and view a speeding car, coming towards. I continue across the road, giving the car an evil stare. It slows, so I slow and wave my hand downwards, telling him to slow down. The car stops, so I slow down to crawling pace, so as to make the car wait even longer! I leave. Someone driving far too fast was controlled!
Hey man SLOWDOWN! Idddiot!
I realise that this post is primarily made up of stories of my attitude. I am sorry, if I am too controversial for you. In a wheelchair, I am increasing in confidence, but cannot have supremacy (most of the time).
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