In the grand tradition of Church Boy and Plaid Boy, today I bring you Oddly Attractive Wheelchair Guy. I’ve decided to use “guy” in my nicknames instead of “boy” since I’m not in high school anymore. And in the interest of full disclosure, I didn’t nickname him to prevent using his real name. I do not even know his name.
Here’s the skinny. OAWG is a guy who lives in my building. He’s in a wheelchair. He smokes like a chimney. And he’s oddly attractive. My roommate Margaret and I always tell each other when we have OAWG sightings on campus. Often when I’m walking back from work I will see him outside the door… smoking. Alright, so the smoking is bothersome, but I think he should be allowed some additional vices in life. I’ve spoken with him a few times in the past, all of which were back when I was working at Starbucks. The thing about OAWG is that although he’s never rude or mean, he’s never in a terribly good mood.
But today he was.
Today I ran downstairs to get a soda from the machine to have with my lunch. And OAWG was there. He was on his way out of the building. He said “Hi” and smiled at me. I had never seen him smile before.
It kind of made my day.
