And you’re standing, while they’re sitting next to you on a stool?
And you’re striking up a really lovely conversation, which ultimately leads to some heavy-duty tonsil hockey?
And you decide to go home together rather than keep making out in public?
And the person stands up, and it turns out they have no legs?
This post is not meant to make fun of disabled people.
Au contraire, it aims to get to the root of our responses to challenged expectations.
Do you still go home with them, either to be polite or because you want to?
Or do you excuse yourself and never come back, taking the wussy way out?
If you’re disabled as well, I want an answer, too.
By the way, I’d still go home with them. (Duh.)