Out-of-control

I have a friend at work whom I really like because he's not afraid to joke with me about wheelchair or disability-related things. And to be honest, there's A LOT of humor there. Most people prefer to play on the safe side. Whether it's the fear of offending or not being politically correct, people don't often feel comfortable teasing me. Well, my friend was in rare form today.

We went next door to the coffee shop and I bought some tea and pastries. On the way back, I was holding my tea and my purse. A man was walking in the building behind us. And just as my friend and I were in the entrance of the building, my purse slipped and, when I suddenly stopped and grabbed it, my tea spilled a bit. The man behind me almost ran into me, and my friend took the opportunity to tell him, "Oh, watch out for her. She loses control sometimes." Thinking he was serious, the man started backing up and went all the way out the door, waiting for me to move on. I just started giggling. I love perpetuating the assumption that people in wheelchairs are not only physically, but mentally challenged. I don't have to try very hard sometimes.