Quilter BOB's BFF

Most of you already know that -
BOB is my alter-ego -
B!tchy Old Broad -

And that since BOB doesn't want to scare her nicey-nice quilty readers -
She usually rants on her very own blog -
Quilter BOB - here -

BUT -

Some rants need to be posted on THIS blog -

I call those rants -

Quilter BOB's BFF -

Quilter BOB's B!tch Fest Friday -
Or any other day that ends in “Y” - ;))

BOB’s version of “B!tch and Stitch” -
Or is it “Stitch and B!tch” -
BOB can never remember - ;))

Anyway -

Today’s rant is about HANDICAP -

If you would rather not read this rant -

You might be just the person who should read it -

I might be talking to you - ;))

So - let me ask you -

When you see a fat, old woman on a scooter -

What do you see?

Do you see a fat, old woman on a scooter -
Who - if she would just get off that scooter -
And walk instead of ride -
Would get some much-needed exercise -
And maybe not be so fat?

Do you?

Well - I don’t -

I see my friend -
Who cringes when someone says -
“That looks like fun!” -
Would they say that to her-
If she were in a wheelchair?

I see my friend -
Who WOULD walk -
If she COULD walk

I see my friend -
Who has a degenerative nerve disease -
And wears a leg brace -
And a diaper

I see my friend -
Who tries to hide her leg brace -
Under her long pants

I see my friend -
Who wears a leg brace -
Because the disease has made her leg virtually useless

I see my friend -
Who wears a diaper -
Because the disease has made her totally incontinent

I see my friend -
Who has been able to say “no” to a wheelchair -
So far

I see my friend -
Who sits patiently waiting for a handicap bathroom stall -
And wetting her pants -
While an able-bodied woman changes her clothes

I see my friend -
Who sits patiently waiting for a handicap bathroom stall -
And wetting her pants -
While an able-bodied woman corrals her children -
So that she can “use the facilities”

I see my friend -
Who sits patiently waiting for a handicap bathroom stall -
And wetting her pants -
While an able-bodied woman uses the stall -
Simply because it has more room -
Or because it was simply "available"

I see my friend -
Trapped in the bathroom -
Because the door opens “in” -
And she needs someone else -
To open the door for her

I see my friend -
Who no longer goes to quilt shows -
Because getting close enough to a booth -
To actually see anything -
Is like trying to “parallel park” a tank -
In quicksand (the crowd)

I see my friend -
Who occasionally runs into someone -
Who stops short in front of her -
Because the scooter has no brakes -
Think about it -
It’s like stopping a car -
By taking your foot off the gas -
You coast to a stop -
And hope you don’t hit anything

I see my friend -
Who no longer goes to quilt shows -
Because trying to get into a booth -
Is virtually impossible -
Even the larger booths -
Have narrow aisles

I see my friend -
Who knows that “wheelchair accessible” -
And “scooter accessible” -
Are two entirely different things

I see my friend -
Who no longer travels -
Because most motels and hotels -
Only have a few handicap rooms -
And she has trouble reserving one -
Because some knucklehead posted a “tip” -
That - if you want a room with “more room” -
To reserve a handicap room -
And another knucklehead likes handicap rooms -
Because they have bigger bathrooms

I see my friend -
Who sits patiently waiting for the knuckleheads -
Of this world -
To need a scooter -

That’s what I see -
My friend



Talk to you later - gotta go - gotta sew -