Sighs and Hallelujahs Stories and thoughts about the adventures of life without arms

I’m Not as Kind as You Might Think

A month or two ago I was pulling into a parking garage in downtown Seattle when something strange happened. Now, understand that pushing the button for a parking stub and grabbing it is not the easiest motion for me since I'm sitting in the car and have to swing my right leg over the steering wheel and out the window.

Always being fairly cognizant of my surroundings and not wanting to delay others, I was happy to see no one was behind me as I pulled into the garage. So, I pulled forward to the gate, unbuckled my seat belt, rolled down my window and proceeded to reach to hit the button and retrieve a ticket. But, it was just before I could get my foot out the window that I heard the voice of a man who had pulled in behind me just seconds before: "Push the button for a ticket!," he yelled.

Being somewhat disturbed with how impatient this 20-something punk was and feeling somewhat in the way - all at the same time - I proudly reached my foot out, punched the button and grabbed the ticket. But, not before lifting my socked-foot, now holding the ticket, up in the air for the driver behind me to see!

Part of me just wanted him to feel a bit like an asshole. And, I likely succeeded.