One would think, one would get used to be being immobile after 18 years of practice. You see, after the front wheel of my pushbike decided to depart the front-forks, back in '93, and spending the next 6 months in the Spinal Unit of Prince Henry Hospital - the outlook was pretty grim. The usual upbeat blurb from the Spinal gurus was delivered - you'll never walk again, make sure you get a comfy wheelchair, don't worry at ain't that bad, blah, blah, blah. I was reminded that there was the 'odd' upside (do tell), eg., you get a wheelchair parking sticker. It makes Christmas shopping all that much easier (oh joy, oh rapture).
But, guess what happens. Every second old-fart that thinks immobility only comes with old age. They think you have no rights to park your car in their 'spot'. Well things around my area times are changing. It's marvellous what a bit of creative-thinking will achieve. My simple slip of paper with "You don't have to be a cranky old-fart to be a cripple" printed on it, and slipped under their windscreen is (I hope) spreading the message. It's now been 2 weeks since an 'old-fart' has stared and pointed in disgust. Cheers Braddles
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