So, we need new jeans. We go to The Gap. All the girl’s jeans are low riders which, if you can imagine, can’t be comfortable if you sit in a wheelchair all day, and additionally, they allow your diaper to show. Not good when you are 16.
Turns out that the boy’s jeans do not ride low, and when sitting, you can’t even tell the difference. So, I take three pair, different sizes, to figure out her size.
Excuse me, where are the changing rooms?
They are over there (pointing). Who’s going to help her?
I was really asked that. I kept my cool, said “We don’t need any help, thank you.”