Dropping a Cripple

So there I was, moseying down the street to gorge myself on sushi with Chelle, when I noticed that I was about to cross paths with a gentleman. This man is a familiar face to me and my fellow Plaza dwellers as he is often out and about, walking his puppy or going for a stroll despite his obvious physical challenge. He lives on the same street as me, and rocks loudly for getting out there on his crutches all the time, because God knows I'm too fat and lazy to walk anywhere that isn't 20 feet away.* So when I saw him approaching me on the sidewalk, I smiled and said hello. He enthusiastically returned my greeting, and we passed one another.

Then, I heard a sickening thud behind me, and turned to see him lying on the ground, groceries all over the grass, and crutches and feet…totally pointing my direction. You know what this means, don't you?

I dropped a cripple.

I clearly have abused The Hotness! With this kind of power comes responsibility! What was I thinking, exposing a handicapable man to It in It's purest form? I feel like total pigeon shit for mind-tripping a disabled dude. I mean, who does that?! We all know he can't easily rotate to get the rear view with crutches!! God. I'm such a dick for forgetting that not everyone can physically handle checking out all this jelly.

*Note to self: Purchase Segway.