I was a big pain in the arse today. I had a coffee date with a girlfriend at a 'cool' little cafe near the city. I parked my car pulled the strider from the boot and off princess and I went.
I get to the door of the cafe and fitted through (yes....first mission accomplished) then that was it, stuck dead in our tracks or wheels I guess you could say. A table near the door with 3 women happily chatting away was completely oblivious to my width and wheels. I lent down and with my best manners asked the woman if she could possibly move her seat for a moment so we could get through, she did, but with the most sour look on her face, anyone would have thought I was after the chocolate cake she was scoffing down.
I don't mean to be annoying and I admit pram women used to annoy me too, for this reason I always try to stay out of peoples way or take the long way around so I don't run anyone down.
It does make me wonder how people in wheel chairs manage to get a coffee though, if my wheels wont fit through then how the hell do they manage? Business' aren't prepared for people with wheels are they?
Anyway cake woman was just as pleased 5 minutes later when my girlfriend arrived with her baby in his pram too.
Latte was great in the back corner though.
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