So, apparently I’m a bad person for asking a person with a bike to move out of the disability seating on the train meant for people with unwieldy crutches. She was tired, and had worked!
.....yes, a woman with a bike needed our seats more than myself with my cane and my good friend with his bariatric crutches with the arm cuffs. You know, the ones that go on your arms and are super awkward, not to mention clearly meant for long-term use. She suggested we sit in the other disability seats, where his crutches would have been in the walkway and super awkward not only for him but everyone else.
To make it worse, a guy beside us offered to put her bike up on the rack for her. She said no, the handlebars were too big, she had tried. He said he’d had the same bike, he knew the trick- no, no, she had TRIED already. And then she accuses him of stealing a tire from her bike, since it’s the same as one she had stolen....
...........off a completely different brand of bike that wouldn’t use a tire like that, it physically could not do so.
Then she got into a conversation with an older white man and couldn’t keep her story straight. My favorite line? If she had only a little food, and someone else was hungry, she’d share it, she wanted people not to suffer!
Lady, it would have meant more if you hadn’t told two obviously disabled people that you needed their spot more because you had a bike and couldn’t be bothered to learn something new from someone trying to help you.
Who let the tumblr gremlins loose? You know how they get off the Internet!