That's appalling, sj. Words I do not want on my tombstone: She meant well.
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Oh, great. He meant well. So now you can't tell him to get a hobby. I hate that. At least with the intrusive ones you can fall back on your more annoying teenaged gambits such as sighing, eye-rolling and the You Cannot Be Serious face.
I looked at him and in my fakest polite tone said, "thank you sir, but I don't need a wheelchair at the moment". Shocked the hell out of him.
Did you ask the airport person to bring him a brain?
Heh. No, apparently I needed you with me, Ginger. I never think quick enough with the sarcasm.
ION, poor TCG looks awful, but he is lucky a carry a medicine cabinet in my purse. I did tell him not to finish my soup the other night...
I probably wouldn't have had a snappy comeback if it happened to me, because I would be too busy being furious.
And the thing that makes me craziest is that when I've asked for help, that same guy would be studying his cuticles. FTR, Gavin de Becker says if you do need assistance in public you're better asking for yourself than accepting Random Do-Gooder Assistance, because he might have an agenda that isn't yours.
We are on our first flight. Time to stop Bitching and shut off my cellphone.
There's offering your seat and then there's sending for a seat... whack.