The Getaway Chair

wheelchair confidentialWhile getting out of my van one evening, my wheelchair got away from me and rolled across the parking lot, down a driveway and across Route 20, a four-lane highway. Luckily, no vehicles hit the chair, and it settled in a ditch. A confused motorist pulled over and retrieved my chair for me. Seems like a happy ending, right?

Well, four or five days later I went to pay some bills and couldn’t find my checkbook anywhere. After thoroughly searching the office and all around my house, I was at a loss. No activity on the account meant it was likely not stolen. Thinking back, the last time I remembered seeing it, was in the pouch under my wheelchair the night of the incident. It took some convincing, but I eventually got my wife to go back to the scene to look for it. Sure enough, in less than five minutes she found my checkbook. Somehow that was the only item that had fallen from the po