About a week ago, Guy and I decided to stop for lunch at a restaurant in our old neighborhood. I happened to be wearing a long skirt and it happened to be quite blustery out. While racing through the wind and rain I suddenly felt myself being pulled off the wheelchair and my skirt coming down. I let out a squeal to alert my husband as I came to an abrupt stop. The wind had blown the end of my skirt right under my wheel. Fortunately I remembered to let go of my control stick (which isn’t always my first reaction) before I landed on the pavement with my skirt wrapped around my knees. I wear long skirts frequently, but that was a first.
And you would think I’d remember to tuck my near-lethal skirt out of he way when I came out of the restaurant . .