The Getaway Chair
While getting out of my van one evening, my wheelchair got away from me and rolled across the parking lot, down a driveway and across Route 20, a four-lane highway. Luckily, no vehicles hit the chair, and it settled in a ditch. A confused motorist pulled over and retrieved my chair for me. Seems like a happy ending, right?
Well, four or five days later I went to pay some bills and couldn’t find my checkbook anywhere. After thoroughly searching the office and all around my house, I was at a loss. No activity on the account meant it was likely not stolen. Thinking back, the last time I remembered seeing it, was in the pouch under my wheelchair the night of the incident. It took some convincing, but I eventua