Today, I saw a man in a wheelchair. Big whoop, right? Wrong. Normally, it’s not anything to get excited about…except the man was going down a lane in the middle of a street (Mission St. in SF) as if his wheelchair was just another car. He even somehow managed to cross an intersection.
And it’s not like the streets were empty. This was at 10:30 pm, which meant a good number of cars were still on the road. In fact, to get an idea of traffic volume, there were probably 5 or 6 cars with very annoyed or very amused drivers stuck behind the man, waiting to pass him by.
Obviously, the man was drunk out of his mind. I say “obvious” for good reason. The man was throwing beer cans in the air and occasionally puking his guts out onto the asphalt as he pushed himself backwards down the street. He also couldn’t even keep his wheelchair straight.
I marveled. I laughed. And then I made a mental note to blog about the event. It’s not every day you get to witness something as novel as this.