Wheelchair Jokes Novels & Stories

Before Drake can explode on his friend, I don't want to be the cause of him losing a friend, I quickly say, "I have a sports wheelchair that I use on ramps, pipes and obstacles. I'm not as good as my brother or Drake but I do alright." Taking a deep breath while ignoring Bianca's shocked look that I talked to Archer in a higher voice than a whisper I continue. "I might not be physically able to ride a board like Drake or a BMX bike like my brother but I'm one of the few people in the United States who can ride the chairs like boarders and bikers do."

Connor was pushing a wheelchair. He can’t be serious. “Where did you get a wheelchair?” I asked, flabbergasted. “And why?” “I had it delivered,” he responded swiftly, his tone a little lighter as he added, “as to why I had it dropped off,” he raised a single eyebrow, “You’ve been particularly accident prone today.” The way he said almost sounded like a joke--an attempt at levity to cut through our gloomy mood. But it felt like a slap. “Accident prone,” I repeated, my tone flat as my cheeks burned with embarrassment. Was he talking about me tripping over my feet or me falling into him until our lips touched. "Accident prone?"

I had to get inventive in some of the ways I came up with to get up. At work I have used crutches to help me up. It works. Locked wheel chairs, gurneys, Iv poles. I have used it all. I have used the wheely stool and a broom to push myself around just to keep from getting up. Lazy or creative. You figure it out. I don’t care it worked and it was fun. Now back to what I was doing. It only took two tries for me to get standing this time. After a quick trip to the bathroom I go in search of Goof. Making sure I hold on to the rail that Goof insisted he needed to replace with new wood, I make my way down stairs. I hear the announcer of the sports show he likes to watch on the tv so I head to the l