From LaurieLou, Word to the Wise
Friday at the Albuquerque airport (oh, sorry, “Sunport”) the aisle chair person (what do you call that person?) walked straight up to me with a smile, then just before reaching me did the half circle thing around me in order to start pushing me. I have no push handles and a very low back, and even though I couldn’t see her behind me, I could feel her confusion. “Good luck with that pushing thing,” I said, in a friendly way, edging the chair away from her.
“Oh,” she said. “Well, there are a couple of ramps on the way to the aircraft, be careful.” She clearly wasn’t sure I should be loose on my own.
The gate agent (nice guy, third time he’s checked me in this year) said, “Don’t worry about her (me), she knows what she’s doing.”
I loved that entry. I wish she wasn’t password protected because I would like to read more!
Password protected? I’m not seeing that.
I figured it out. It wasn’t password protection, just the way Live Journal works with it’s archives. It was one of my dumber moments.