Something kind of odd happened yesterday. I was going to Crewe, just to meet up with lee for some coffee. After lunch, I took myself to the bus stop, and, reading the timetable, realised I didn’t have too long to wait. Sure enough, a bus soon came, but only let the nondisabled man with me on. The driver asked me to catch the next one, which, oddly enough, was only a few metres behind, so I complied. However, this next bus refused to stop completely, and I was left waiting almost an hour for the next bus.

I must admit that the thought occurred to me that this was an act of disabledism – that both drivers simply couldn’t be arsed to deal with me and my chair – but I’m sure this wasn’t the case. I would like to think that both busses were dimply full, or something. It was hard to feel positive at the time tho.

Especially when the same thing happened on the way home…with what appeared to be the same bloody driver.