This reminds me of what happened to me many years ago. I was riding a moderately packed tram to school, still half asleep, when a guy came up to me and showed me an ID card. I thought he was a ticket inspector and so I look my pass and showed it to him. He nodded and went away.
Only after a few seconds my brain finally managed to decipher what was written on his card - that he’s disabled. So obviously I jumped up and lead him to my seat with apologies, but I found it hilarious how we both apparently misunderstood each of our ID’s, just in opposite directions.
I have chronic fatigue syndrome, I used to be able to walk at a slow pace for short distances, but anything like the distances involved in grocery shopping was too much.
One day I went to pick up some tools from a big big box store. The walk from my car to the front of the store was a bit long, so I sat down on the provided electric scooter, the one specifically for disabled people to use. I proceed to get out my phone and mindlessly scroll the internet, giving myself a rest before shopping. After a few minutes an old woman walks through the front doors of the store and confronts me, quite annoyed: “Do you really need that?”
“Yes, actually,” I replied, “but you can have this one and I’ll wait for the next.”
Before I could even move to get up, she turned around and walked out of the store.
I still can’t decide if she was too embarrassed to take me up on the offer, or if she had only walked in there to confront me and left the instant it was obvious she was wrong.
My personal rule is to never assume someone isn’t handicapped when in a disabled seat or parking etc. Disability comes in many forms, often invisible.
I used to be that guy, all self-righteous that someone could take a handicapped spot without visible disability, until someone called me on it. So embarrassing, but completely deserved and a valuable lesson
I don’t know if we can generalize from my personal experience but at the time, I leaned more conservative. My outrage was that someone broke the rules, was getting away with something unless someone called them on it. Of course now I understand the result is more important than the rules, that people can have all sorts of physical limitations, visible and invisible, that most people do the right thing most of the time, and “who am I to judge?”
My father-in-law has disabled vet plates, which helps avoid confusion, but to look at him you wouldn’t assume he’s disabled.
Yup. Worked in workers comp. There’s tons of fakers that are too good to spot, and then there’s goofy motherfuckers who you’d swear were faking but actually were not.
This is actually the rule if you are a transit operator. I would however ask someone to not take up 3 seats.
What circumstances require someone to take up 3 seats? Being an asshole?
Tiny seats or a monstrous ass
Imagine running into T-Rex on the bus
If they have a cast and it’s an older bus there are only like two spots. But mostly being an asshole and sleeping. However if it was late at night I just rolled and didn’t give a shit.
My niece was stopped in the corridor at school by a teacher who shouted “are you deaf or something?”
My niece removed her hearing aids, slowly.
I’m a big fan of the improvised weapon feat.
I hope she got him in the throat.
Improvised weapon feet are pretty cool too.
I’ll assume both those puns were intended and I bloody love it
high five
What’s the second pun? (Got the feet one)
throw-t
Not all handicaps are visible. I know someone, quite young (mid-30s) and very healthy-looking. But she has a bad tension: if she stays standing for too long, it’s very uncomfortable and she may even faint. Older people feel entitled to take her seat and don’t understand when she refuse.
If someone is taking a spot I’m going to default with the assumption that they need it for some reason. It’s an honor code and you hope most using the spaces aren’t abusing the privilege.
Cool, yet a shitton of other people will give you bad looks. Once two grandmas were sitting behind me and loudly shittalking about the “ungrateful young people not giving their spot”.
When people do that just start shit talking about old cunts who don’t mind their business. Casually mention an ad for coffins you saw in the paper this morning to really get them going.
I openly told them I had issues and to fuck off. Then they started going off about “rude youth”. I was like 25 at the time
You literally can’t win with boomer Karens.
They don’t even recognize the hypocrisy involved in being a nosy, self-centered prick, and whining about other people being rude.
“Wow, you must be so ashamed of yourself for behaving like that, how embarrassing!”(said with over-the-too mock concern) works well for that sort of person.
as a college student with arthritis I feel this one. still haven’t gotten used to asking for a seat on the bus
Shit, I’ve been this person since I was a teen. My BP drops like a rock in the heat, if I’m out in the summertime, I really can’t stand in place for more than a couple of minutes.
Generally it isn’t an issue because there’s enough seats to go around (and I don’t live somewhere with public transit), but I’ve had one or two less than pleasant conversations when on vacation.
I’ve never heard it called “bad tension” but I have POTS (postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome) which fits your symptoms. I can’t maintain my blood pressure when I stand still (or if I get too hot, bend down, lift my arms over my head, eat a big meal…) my heart rate skyrockets to try to compensate and I ultimately faint.
I was diagnosed in 2012 and they’re still tweaking my medication to try and get it right. For most people it starts in their teenage years and they “outgrow” it within 5 years. For me it’s second to moderately severe Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, there’s no outgrowing it. I can’t go anywhere that requires more than a short walk from the car to a seat - queues are literally my enemy - so I use a wheelchair. The amount of dirty looks I get when I get out of my wheelchair to move to a more comfortable seat, or to go to the toilet etc are awful! Not only are a lot of disabilities invisible but not everyone who uses a wheelchair can’t walk at all. Grrrr!
Yeah, that’s it. I was diagnosed when it was still a very recently discovered condition (well…It still kind of is…). As a result, I have some secondary effects from “novel” treatments my parents tried.
This is some curb your enthusiasm shit right here🤌
This is a crazy story and all, but I can’t help but notice that there are like 5 usernames on-screen for a single post, and I have no idea which is supposed to be the OP.
It’s been forever since I saw this format, but I think the way it works is that mygayshoes submitted the story to aerodesy originally, and llamas-and-pancakes reblogged it from chicken-kiev.
And that was probably the weirdest sentence I’ll write all year.
I’ve long since given up on trying to understand tumblr. I just enjoy the funny not-tweets.
I was so hoping the second image was going to say “I threw my leg at some snarky bastard on the train”
Long time ago I witnessed a fight over who is more handicapped and thus allowed to sit on the handicapped space in a tram. It was… something.
Technically, the one who loses the fight should be the one who gets to use the seat.
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