Guy: Isn't that the cancer place?
Her: Yah. She had cancer as a baby. Wrapped around her spinal cord. Now she's in a wheelchair.
Guy: Is she... alright and stuff.
Her: Um, yah. She's fine.
Guy: Does she hate people that walk?
By this point my roomate said that she couldn't keep a straight face and just started laughing. "No. She doesn't."
Guy: Do you take care of her or something?
Her: No. That'd be dumb. She can take care of herself.
Guy: Is you're other roomate in a wheelchair too?
Her: No.
We had a good laugh over the guy's stupidty and I told her that she didn't look like that much of a saint to have two roomates in wheelchairs for her to take care of. Much less, if people could see how playfully mean we are to each other. I don't know if y'all have friends y'all can curse at or call a whore and junk and know it doesn't mean anything. For Pete's sake we bark at each other (as in, I'm your bitch) when we ask each other to do a bunch of stuff.
And people always assume that we must be sisters although we could not look less like each other. It's simply unfathomable for people that I could have a friend in life




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