Yesterday I went home to visit my family while I was in Salt Lake for a nerd conference. My little sister just happened to be having her 14th birthday party with her throngs of girlfriends. I guess I timed my visit just right. You can only imagine how much I love a house stuffed full of estrogen.
My good buddy, Nate and his girlfriend also dropped by to say hi to my family (they were at the same conference) and thus were present to help me fulfill my mother’s request. She was running a little late with party plans and needed us to go pick up the pizza.
As we entered to the local Domino Pizza, Katy (Nate’s girlfriend) asked, “What if they don’t have our pizzas ready?”
“Oh, they’d better have them ready,” I said, “or I’m going to break some legs!”
Just then the gentleman purchasing his pizzas stepped to the side of the register, and just like that picture perfect moment in the movies, the man at the register in a WHEELCHAIR gazes up at me with eyes like death.
Everybody within earshot cringed.
I turned around, found the chair farthest away from the register and curled up in the fetal position to die.
My stupid mouth never fails to get me into trouble.
On a side note, this is a cool video of crippled people dancing:









