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I ventured out for a spot of leisure today for the first time in sixty-seven days. Roomie and I gassed up the van and went to the new Longhorn the next town over. Limited seating, of course, but at 11AM, there wasn't exactly a crush, so we got right in.
It only took a lethal virus, but for the first time in my middle-aged life, I can move freely through a restaurant in my wheelchair. Thanks to social distancing, they can no longer cram a table or booth onto every available square inch, so no more leg-wrenching turns or knuckle-crushing bids to squeeze between a chair and a wall because the hostess decided to sit me next to the kitchen or toilets. No more being blocked in by the chairs of others patrons and having to either wait for them to finish or interrupt their meal and ask them to push in their chair. Just space. Acres and acres of space. I know it likely won't last, that those tables and booths will be back the minute humanity figures out we won't die if we sit cheek by jowl, but Lord, it was nice not to feel like an inconvenient afterthought grudgingly shoehorned into the social fabric. I only wish I could make the most of it.
It only took a lethal virus, but for the first time in my middle-aged life, I can move freely through a restaurant in my wheelchair. Thanks to social distancing, they can no longer cram a table or booth onto every available square inch, so no more leg-wrenching turns or knuckle-crushing bids to squeeze between a chair and a wall because the hostess decided to sit me next to the kitchen or toilets. No more being blocked in by the chairs of others patrons and having to either wait for them to finish or interrupt their meal and ask them to push in their chair. Just space. Acres and acres of space. I know it likely won't last, that those tables and booths will be back the minute humanity figures out we won't die if we sit cheek by jowl, but Lord, it was nice not to feel like an inconvenient afterthought grudgingly shoehorned into the social fabric. I only wish I could make the most of it.
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