Monster Truck, You Done F*cked Up!

Posted this to my disability blog, but it ended up being like a whole actual post, not just my usual paragraphs I post over there, and as it is about my life and this is my life-journal, I figured I'd post it here too. On the upside, I really did get a great discount on the frames I was shopping for, so I still call it a win!

So, yesterday I actually put on pants and went out to the art store, Michael’s, to buy some frames for some art I got. While I was in the passenger seat, in the parking lot, waiting for my sister to get done fussing about and get my wheelchair out, I heard the unmistakeable sound of a Truck - with a capital T - pull up next to us. The noise caused me to look up. It was a big truck, but not nearly big enough to require the ridiculously large monster truck-esque wheels they had put on it. I had no choice but to roll my eyes. I was about to look away when I noticed they were half in the wheelchair loading zone, on the slanted blue lines that mean “Don’t park here!”

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I got the items I needed for cheap and on sale, which was great, but I still think that today Michael’s did not get a passing grade.