The simple solution is to make those in wheelchairs board last.
Now, for the entitled, pasty, pallid, corpulent white women:
The simple solution is to make those in wheelchairs board last.
Now, for the entitled, pasty, pallid, corpulent white women:
no one should be allowed to do that unless they have a documented disability.
I’m in a wheelchair and have been fighting for the airlines to improve treatment for people like me.
This pi$$es me off to no end!
They need to tell these people that if they get on first, like wheelchair users like me, they have to wait until everyone else gets off, like I do.
Maybe make them use an aisle chair to be taken to their seats, like I have to do.
Dismey patrons no doubt
There was no wheelchair involved, but during the boarding of my Delta flight from Boston on Sunday, an apparently fit older couple strolled to board during the pre-boarding process. Sure, they really needed extra time board! SMH!
Yes, those women are scammers.
Fat lazy slobs.
Wouldn’t it be ironic if those feigning a handicap actually had the misfortune of becoming handicapped and in need of a wheelchair.
Another simple solution is to refuse wheelchair boarding for anyone who doesn’t show up in their own wheelchair.
Those great big obese ladies do the same in stores. They get those electric carts and clog the aisles so other can’t move down the aisles.
On airplanes, they want to get on first so they can inflate, expand and spill over their seat so the poor person who gets put next to them knows that this is their space even if it takes some of your space.
Same people that take the electric carts at the grocery store.
When I traveled for business, I often used Southwest. It was like a Taxi ride to me. I wouldn’t board until they were closing the door. Sometimes, I did get stuck in the middle, but they were generally 30 minute flights or so. Not clear to me why some struggle so to get on board and be stuck with only a view of everyone’s crotch as they walk by.
Invalid convention?
I’ve seen this many times.
There’s even a name for it- the “airport miracle” cures those who cannot walk, and who get their fat asses carted through the airport by a airline employee, bypass the hours in security lines, get put on the plane first, then miraculously can walk instead of waiting for the employee to cart their ass OFF the plane.
What are with people—first they drag along pets as fake service animals, now they fake immobility and use wheelchairs. Rediculous.
Same goes for the “Handicapped” parking spots: I have seen nearly 100% completely ambulatory folks with their license plates or mirror cards parking in those spots and bouncing happily out of their cars, often with a smirk on their faces for gaming the system.
Can’t we just flip all of them out of their wheelchairs and see what happens?
What a great example the one with a kid is setting for her daughter.
I write a column for coldagglutininnews.com and tomorrow morning I was going to file one on my hidden disability. I may revise it now or write a follow-up.
To many, I appear healthy, just lazy. But I am truly chronically anemic, obviously corpulent and, especially when attempting to trek all over a huge airport, am tired an out-of-breath. But, miraculously, after sitting in a plane for 6 hours or longer AND RESTING, I do have more energy.
To be sure, there are very probably those who abuse the system. But there are some of us who don’t appear disable, but really are.
Same people who abuse the handicap permits to park.
The grifters will always be with us.