study smudy

I inspired someone to blog! How cool is that, and she totally rocks at blogging too! That's right Eleanor you rock.

I had a pretty fun day yesterday, I went down town and hung out with my friend Sophie because she left in year 10 to go to some stupid wannabe elitist school, that's right your school sucks bitch! and so we barely ever see each other. But as its super long holidays study vacation, I thought I'd fuck study off its not like I'd started anyway take a break from study and be all fuck yeah lets rock this bitch.

Anyway, I have a story. It's not a toss of the day because the lady was actually really nice, so just a stupid person of the day.

Background. Soph's got cerebal palsy (fuck, spelling? no idea) and so she's been in a wheelchair all of her life. She's turning eighteen next week and her party is going to be a wig themed pub crawl.

So anyway, we figured we'd go to the dress up shop and find her a wig. We got there and as we'd contemplated possible, there was a step. So I went in and asked whether their back door had a step or if they had any wheelchair access. The initial girl that was there just kind of looked at me blankly like "why, your not in a wheelchair" then went and had a look at the back door..how the fuck do you not know whether there is a step at the backdoor of the place you work?!?..She said there was so I said ok, and then the other lady who obviously owned the shop came out and was like "oh but we have wheelchairs come in here, she should be able to get up the step" "ohok, well my friend can't get up that step. it doesn't matter, I'll go see what she wants to do" "oh she should be able to get up the step though" "nah she can't, its ok"
So I went back outside to talk to Soph and be like, do you want me to go see what's in there or just leave and do something else. But the lady followed me out. Fair enough, she was nice and trying to be helpful.

me: they have a back step too so-
costumelady: I'm sure you can get up this step
Soph: nah, I can't
costumelady: are you sure, because wheelchairs come up it all the time
Soph: this is a powerchair so it won't go up it
costumelady: are you sure?
Soph: yes
costumelady: we could try
Soph: my chair is not going to go up that step
costumelady: what if we lift it?
Soph: it's a powerchair, you can't lift it
costumelady:why?
Soph: because it's a power chair
costumelady: so I'm not allowed to lift it?
Soph: no, you just can't *looks at me exasperatedly* can you please explain it to her
me: it is a power chair, you can't lift it, see how it is electric, that means it is heavy and also lower to a normal chair. Look at the bottom of it, it won't lift.
costumelady: so your sure we couldnt get it up?
JESUS FUCK ARE WE THICK?
eventually the message either sunk in or she just decided we were too determined to change our minds and asked what we were after, we said wigs so she said she had some and we could come around the back and she'd bring them out. We did end up with a wig and she was helpful and lovely, just very very thick. And we couldnt stop laughing all the way home, I mean I can be daft but just looking at Sophie's wheelchair its obvious it's not going to lift.

anyway, ten oclock is fast approaching and I swore I'd start studying at 10 today. So that's all I've got for today. much love x