Within the past year, I've gotten to get to know this awesome girl named Nicole Nadler. She's pretty, cool and super nice :) And clearly she also attracts the awkward. And here is her story from a few weeks ago.
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Okay so I was in walmart and it was quite crowded due to the upcoming hurricane. I'm barely in the store for 5 minutes when a very redneck guy on crutches approaches me asking me if I will help him pick out some dressy shoes for his girlfriend. He was really creepy but I was having a cheerful morning and warily agreed, despite my gut feeling. My true thought process was that since God doesn't judge me by how (un)educated, (un)attractive, and (un)appealing I am, I shouldn't judge others on that basis either. So we go across the walmart to the shoe section. He tells me that the crutches he is using are actually for his gf because she hurt herself... which should have been my first red flag. I mean, who uses someone else's crutches when they aren't even the one who is hurt?! So then he asks ME to use the crutches to get a height measurement and take off my left shoe bc that is the foot she hurt... I was feeling all sorts of uncomfortable but didn't want to be rude... So I did. And much to my surprise and he said "well you have to bend your knee like its in a cast" and bent down and TOUCHED MY FOOT to show me how "her" foot is positioned. I was so weirded out and THEN he whipped out his phone and asked is he could take a picture of me (and my foot) on crutches to show "her" and I said "no, that's not necessary". Since he already had his phone out though he was slick and I am about 99% sure he took a picture. Of my foot. In Wal-Mart. So then I just turned around and ran away and will be forever traumatized by the thought of whatever entertainment and joy that photo is bringing to the man.
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Sunday, September 11, 2011
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Clumsy Face and wheelchairs...
I fail at being a caregiver to old people. For example, my mother has been very ill this past week. (Don’t forget, I have old parents.) It was decided last night that this morning I was to take my mother to the walk-in clinic and get her checked out by a doctor (we’ve been trying to get her to agree to this for about 4 days). This morning I wake up and get ready and go try to get her up. Literally. She couldn’t stand. Her foot was so bad that she couldn’t walk today. After my brother and I very carefully work some skillful magic to get her into the car I decide that when I am at the clinic I am going to get them to stick her in a wheelchair until they look at her.
And by them, that turned out to be just little me. I’m so bad with mechanical things some days it’s amazingly perplexing that I’m an engineer. When I finally got her into the chair (note to self: brakes are wonderful inventions), I go wheel her inside the clinic. The lovely nurse had propped open the doors for me, but unfortunately, she did not prop the people back. It was so crowded in there that I didn’t know where to go. I finally found an empty corner in the waiting room so I started to head towards that spot.
Note to all sick persons: that waiting room is not handicap friendly. The chair barely fit through the aisle but not with people in it. I announced to the room as they were watching me (because they had nothing better to watch apparently) and my mother was bossing that ‘I’m not very good at this whole chair game’ yet they still didn’t get it… until I promptly ran over 4 different people’s feet right in a row. That was embarrassing.
As I was apologizing to the first lady, I heard an “OUCH!” from her husband. You would think that he would’ve learned since I had just run over his wife’s foot that his feet were in danger too. But alas, men can be naïve and therefore, he got a large woman and her chair’s weight on his little piggy toes. And it didn’t stop there. I ran into two other people as well.
Que oso! Especially since after waiting when they called my mother’s name, everyone got up and cowered against the wall as I went to wheel her to the back room but then a nurse was sent from around the corner to do it for me. Oh man. How am I supposed to be the caregiver when she actually does start to have serious feet issues? Maybe I’ll get my brother to do it…
Oh right- After she saw the doctor and everything was happy, the doctor wheeled her to the front door so that I could push her out the door and to the car. And I promptly started to push her INTO not just one door, but TWO doors. In front of everyone. At least my mother found it semi-amusing and was too weak to scold me.
And by them, that turned out to be just little me. I’m so bad with mechanical things some days it’s amazingly perplexing that I’m an engineer. When I finally got her into the chair (note to self: brakes are wonderful inventions), I go wheel her inside the clinic. The lovely nurse had propped open the doors for me, but unfortunately, she did not prop the people back. It was so crowded in there that I didn’t know where to go. I finally found an empty corner in the waiting room so I started to head towards that spot.
Note to all sick persons: that waiting room is not handicap friendly. The chair barely fit through the aisle but not with people in it. I announced to the room as they were watching me (because they had nothing better to watch apparently) and my mother was bossing that ‘I’m not very good at this whole chair game’ yet they still didn’t get it… until I promptly ran over 4 different people’s feet right in a row. That was embarrassing.
As I was apologizing to the first lady, I heard an “OUCH!” from her husband. You would think that he would’ve learned since I had just run over his wife’s foot that his feet were in danger too. But alas, men can be naïve and therefore, he got a large woman and her chair’s weight on his little piggy toes. And it didn’t stop there. I ran into two other people as well.
Que oso! Especially since after waiting when they called my mother’s name, everyone got up and cowered against the wall as I went to wheel her to the back room but then a nurse was sent from around the corner to do it for me. Oh man. How am I supposed to be the caregiver when she actually does start to have serious feet issues? Maybe I’ll get my brother to do it…
Oh right- After she saw the doctor and everything was happy, the doctor wheeled her to the front door so that I could push her out the door and to the car. And I promptly started to push her INTO not just one door, but TWO doors. In front of everyone. At least my mother found it semi-amusing and was too weak to scold me.
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