Join me! We’ll take the corner booth by the window…share an appetizer…maybe have a beer or two while we get to know one another. I’ll tell you about the time my waterbed exploded, or about Christmas 1972 when our tree got knocked over during a sword fight. Come on, it’ll be fun.
“She’s only got one arm, how can she take care of that baby?”
“I know, right? You can’t change a diaper one-handed…can you?”
“You might could but you’d have to be fast. Babies roll and scoot quicker’n you can say ‘biscuit eater’, but it takes two hands to do almost everything. I just don’t see her…oh, here she comes….shhhhhhhhh.”
The one-armed, very pregnant stranger, returning from the ladies’ room, takes her seat across from her husband.
He whispers to his beautiful wife, who has lived with her disability since birth, “Do you want to have some fun?” Continue reading