sometimes i want to push old people and cripples out of my way
I was trying to hop on a bus in the ball-moistening heat this afternoon, but a pruny greyhaired woman stood in my way. She was futzing and fumbling for pocket change, nodding and doddering, blocking my entrance for what seemed like ten minutes.
I was made to stand in the heat because of her sluggish senility. I was forced to suffer for something which, in a sane world, should make only HER suffer.
I felt like shoving her out of my way. Not hard enough to cause injury, only hard enough to permit my passage.
I often feel the same way with people in wheelchairs, old men with walkers, and all limbless freaks who don't have the good sense to vamoose. Yes, I understand that your life has been hard. I realize that you roam the Earth half-alive, a pitiable Limbo Creature stuck smack-dab between a human and a garden snail. But these aren't my problems. To me, you're just a roadblock. Get out of my way. I don't give a fuck if you're on disability. I don't care if you fought in the Korean War. I have things to do and places to be, and I'm much too important to feel sorry for you. So when you see me coming, clear a path if you don't want to get pushed.
