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Last week it was time again….
Since September 2008 I am back home after my accident.
These are around 1600 days.
I guess that I am rolling in my wheelchair at least 5 times a day into the kitchen and out again.
This results in the following pressure load calculation:
1600 days x 5 rides (kitchen) x 2 (in and out) x 2 (front + back tyres) =
32000 doorsill crossings.
This is hard work for the
aluminium bar doorsill.
To make it short, the bar has had it, and I went to the do-it-yourself store to buy a new one.
They really had the same type still available which makes the replacement very easy, but “just” in the 2 meter version.
Of course I couldn’t reach the bar in the back of the shelf. Probably it was an employees meeting at the same time, because the service counter of the shop was empty.
I didn’t find a do-it-yourself craftsman from the shop who could have given me the bar or even sawn it through.
Another customer helped me to get the 2 meter bar out of the shelf and put it vertically into my wheelchair bag so that I didn’t have to ride through the shop like Don Quixote with the lance.
It certainly looked funny when I rode with the flagpole directly to the cashier at the exit.
Another customer was already served there.
I am still sorry that the cashier woman had to get up to scan the barcode of the bar.
I forbade myself the question if she could possibly help me with the wheelchair flagpole to my car.
No reaction from her side… this must have looked so unbelievable ridiculous,… I had to refrain from laughing so much, but remained dead serious and paid. I was served 100% correctly.
Then she uttered a “security advice” after all, I am sure I won’t hear these words too soon again:
You don’t fit through the door with your size!!!
Correct… good visual judgement…
The other customer grinned, offered his help immediately and brought the bar to my car, thanks again.
Translator BL
