Water-in-the-face wheelchair guy
It's almost impossible for me to ever feel really down. You know why? Because I'm not water-in-the-face wheelchair guy.
Let me explain (I told this story to my Word level 2 class I was teaching today during one of the few remaining days I have left on the day job, so I was reminded of it).
I'm a health nut, so I eat a lot at places like McDonalds and Taco Bell. It was raining pretty good and you could basically paddle a kayak down the gutters of Williston Avenue. I'm driving back from TacoDonalds and I see this guy in a motorized wheelchair trundling up the sidewalk, coming my way. It's raining and the guy's got a jacket and an umbrella, but still, he's clearly not a Happy Camper.
Then the car in front of me hits a deep trough of water on the roadside and shoots a gigantic, drenching rooster tail of water right into the guy's face.
Oh... man.
The look on that guy's face? Pure, unadulterated, fuck-off-and-die bitterness.
All I have to do to make myself feel better any time I want is remember I'm not that guy.
I'm not water-in-the-face wheelchair guy.
And neither are you.
Feel better?
Hey, I'm just here to help.
P.S. - Even if by some freak accident in the future I end up in a wheelchair and get water splashed on me by a passing car, I would still never be that guy, because I would remember this story and I would be laughing too fucking hard from the poetic symmetry of it all.
