Wheelchair guy

So this is a story about a man in my building. He is indeed in a wheelchair, and while I do understand the political incorrectness of naming him as such, I went to Macalester and feel that in the last four years I have been politically correct enough to last a life time. (kidding… mostly… )

Anyway, I walked up to the elevator last night and said “hello” to WG. I’ve seen him around a lot, so it wasn’t really weird. Once we were in the elevator, he looked at me and asked, “So, do you go to the law school?” I was confused about what had given him that idea, and I responded with “No… do you?” He told me he didn’t either. I gave him a confused look and he followed with “it seems like 60% of the people in this building do though!” I told him that I don’t talk to anyone really, and right before I got out of the elevator he called me anti-social.

This isn’t my first run in with WG though. A few weeks ago Joe and I were riding in the elevator with him. When we entered, Joe was in the middle of telling me a story about a girl that he had seen earlier in the day that he kind of thought was hitting on him, or possibly knew him, from the way she looked at him. Of course I followed this up with the question “Did you have drunk sex with her one night and don’t remember?” He just looked at me like I was being silly and shook his head, so I responded with “oh, that’s usually what happens to me.” After we got out of the elevator, he told me how hysterically WG was laughing in silence after I said this, and I was a little disappointed that I didn’t get to observe his reaction. I live for that shit.

Anyway, moral of the story is that WG thinks that I’m anti-social and have sex with random men whom I forget about. He seems cool though, and I’d like to be his friend. However, I may be at a bit of a disadvantage.

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