Showing posts with label Wheelchairs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wheelchairs. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 9, 2025

No Express Service today, all Aboard!

Casey Jones, Thars’ No Engine today, so you don’t have to watch your Speed…

 

“Over the Hills, thru the Woods to Grandma’s House”. Uhm, Watch Out, Grandma’s behind the Wheel! And no Reindeer were Hurt in the making of this song…

 

VIDEO: Grandma’s at the Wheel

 

Oopsadaisy! Thought I’d serranid Yuhs with a soothing travel story, since many of you will be on the road somewhere soon.

 

As always, my Amtrak train trips are never Dull! And always feature something brand new. Ultimately ending up taking the Coast Starlight Seattle to Emeryville, CA. Which I overheard is across the bay from San Francisco both directions, which I hadn’t intended doing.

 

Shockingly, the northbound train was running 20mins early, as the super friendly station agent Greg said yeah, we’d better buy a lottery ticket, Hya! Along with telling me that they’d torn up the platform six weeks ago and now it was simply a mess! And they’d take me by “Shuttle” (Golf Cart) instead.

 

Since it’s the Democrats fault that the Sky’s falling, Oh Never Mind!

 

And I don’t know why I’m so surprised, but I’m always amazed over how many of the Amtrak workers between the Eugene and Tacoma stations readily recognize me. As both Greg and then later that night in Tacoma, where Gary escorted me into the station said they “Knew” me…

 

As perhaps there’s very few Blind people who travel alone?

 

Yet our train managed to fall further ‘n further behind. Ultimately pulling onto siding’s three times for freight traffic, and ultimately being some 90-plus minutes late…

 

But the most bizarre part occurred just north after departing the Kelso-Longview station. As Amtrak had decided we could pick up a “runaway, loose” single rail car, say what? Meaning we had to pull over, back-up and then slam into the awaiting rail car to connect it to our train, whump, whump!

 

As the assistant conductor tried making light of this by telling our car it wasn’t an earthquake! Just coupling cars, Wham, Wham!

 

All of which made a silly smirk come to Mwah while thinking of how this rail car sitting on the tracks was getting punted further back. Push ‘em Back, Way Back, Hya!

 

Next, the power had to be turned off for 10-plus minutes, as it started getting quite warm in our car. And they had to stop serving dinner in the Dining Car and close the Café due to the temporary power outage. Arse-sumedly when hooking up the loose rail car and connecting the hydraulics, etc. For a fully functioning extra rail car.

 

This turned into an approximately 40-45mins affair. Which caused me to first begin humming the intro theme to the Deliverance song. And then crack up when the Conductor announced that wasn’t as bad as He’d expected, and gone faster then planned…

 

Yet going home was even more taxing for Mwah! Even though Amtrak had emailed me, I only get email at home. With their email informing me of equipment “Unavailability”.

 

Whilst even if I had turned on my mobile the day prior. After being greeted by the sound of a train’s horn honking, Choo-Choo! The Amtrak message simply said message for customer number and changes to No. 503 click!

 

So, after awaking around 4:50AM and departing at 5:30AM to catch the 6:20AM Ferry and walking into the Tacoma Train Station around 7:15AM.

 

Naturally you can imagine our surprise when being told the Cascades Express No. 503 had been cancelled, but I’d been switched to a Bus instead.

 

But I didn’t want to play Russian Roulette over needing to use the Loo’ on a moving Bus multiple times, which is at least a six hours drive; more likely longer due to being on the Highway.

 

While the Grizzled Station Agent was quite gruff about this. Snorting the Driver couldn’t assist me, No Shit Sherlock – Pun intended! As I hadn’t been able to take my normal morning’s constitutional yet…

 

And being Blind, have I mentioned that lately Y’all? Imagine trying to figure out when to get up on a moving Bus (or Airplane) and shimmy down the narrow aisle to an unoccupied bathroom, Stee-rike!

 

Using the station’s bathroom to no avail, before returning to our grumpy agent. I reluctantly chose to take the next train, meaning I’d miss my one Shuttlebus ride home that afternoon. Opting for the 10:43AM Coast Starlight No. 11, arriving at Eugene at 5:08PM and then taking a Taxicab home instead.

 

As I’d say my “insides” were most Cornfuzed, since I finally tried to “Squeeze Out One more Shit!” Just after 3PM in the train’s supposed ADA Accessible bathroom.

 

After doddling my way to the loo’ I was immediately struck with the thoughts of how would a Disabled person in a wheelchair ever be able to use this restroom?

 

As the garbage bin took up half the width of the enlarged bathroom. Being placed smack dab in the center of the room!

 

And when I sat down upon the throne, my left knee was wedged up against where the empty toilet paper roll was located, with the sink directly in front of it.

 

As ever tried taking a crap upon a moving train? Then afterwards, I searched vainly for the flusher mechanism to no avail! Having found three slotted vents, grab bars etc. but no Damn flusher! Before simply closing the lid and making my way back to my seat.

 

VIDEO: I Can’t Pooh in Strange Places

 

Although it had been open our entire trip, somebody had decided to close the sliding, automated door, which I ran into with my cane! And I’ve still never been able to find the button to push to open the door upon my own. Before a kind, female passenger pushed it for me…

 

While I can tell you I didn’t get my money’s worth when trying to Pooh upon the train, Hya!

 

Naturally, after I’d just added an extra 10mins to my estimated arrival time for my Taxi pickup. Our train came to a complete stop and I swear the Conductor said the following. They had to have one person walk across the bridge’s track to make sure it was ok for us to cross. It should only take a few extra minutes and they were sorry for the Inconvenience…

 

Then things got even crazier as the train went Creep, Creep Halt. Creep-Creep, Halt! The voisterous trio at the front of my car started singing the theme song to Gilligan’s Island; A Three Hour Cruise…

 

Knock that Shit Off! I’m trying to catch a Cab in Eugene! With the time just pouring by in my head as we crept ever so slowly along, Shite!

 

As I was standing in the aisleway before we’d come to a complete stop in Eugene. Yet surprisingly, a Station Agent or some Amtrak worker recognized me and helped me off the train first, taking an extra long, deep first step out into the windy, gusty sideways rain!

 

With a second Amtrak worker escorting me into an awaiting Golf cart, before the Man in my car who’d at one point talked about a women’s voluptuous Boobs to some other women in our car! Joined me in the Golf Cart, before we collected our luggage.

 

And then He drove us to were the Cab would arrive at, but nobody’s there. Before He escorted me inside the station to the seat right next to the door; All before my talking keychain clock said 5:28PM. With my taxi slated to arrive at 5:40PM, Whew!

 

Then a very nice woman, who I think was just another passenger? Said your Cab’s here and opened the door for me and guided me outside, without my asking. Before the super friendly, polite female cab driver Adrian said Hello, and off we went.

 

Although I sat in front of the Prius hybrid taxi and talked Her hears off the entire hour’s plus 60 miles ride home, arriving at my front door by 7PM.

 

As no taking me away after climbing in the back Lucy, that Girl with Kaleidoscope eyes, Hya! 

Sunday, April 20, 2025

The Perks of being A Blind Traveler

An upright, mobile Tomaso poses with a brace ‘O Prancing Horses. (The Tomaso Collection)

 

What do you mean, I can’t take my Easter Basket thru Security?

 

Yeah, as I’m surrounded to the tranquil sounds of a chainsaw, Timber! Hopefully just “pruning” the bushes? As I prefer my shade trees, Numbskulls! And in lieu of hunting for chocolate Bunnies, Marshmallow Peeps, Jellybeans, etc. I thought I’d serenade Y’all with this Easter tale of woe. Or should that be Lake woebegone?

 

This March I went to Arizona, being the first time I’ve flown on a Big ‘Ol Jetliner post Open Heart surgery, for which I was somewhat apprehensive over going thru security now with “metal” in my body. As not only do I have a mechanical heart valve, to which I have zero clue over it’s materials composition, but supposedly also carry stainless steel “bailing” wire around my sternum that was cut in half…

 

SO I asked the friendly Check-in Agent, who breezily said to tell TSA when I got to security. Then I awaited my “Chariot”, Err wheelchair to take me to my Gate. Since I’ve long since given up “fighting” over going by wheelchair thru crowded airports, which really is the easiest way for all involved.

 

Thus, a very no-nonsense, curt, All business woman briskly pushed me to my Gate, first going thru security. As I repeated my inquiry about my heart valve when handing my ticket and ID to the first security worker, who once again just said tell TSA.

 

Now in years past, after I’ve removed my shoes, put them, my folding white cane, backpack, etc. into the bins for screening, I’ve always been allowed to walk thru the X-Ray machine with the assistance of a TSA worker guiding me thru by taking my hand. Yet little did I know this wouldn’t be an option on this trip! For which I wasn’t even asked about, or given the option. Which I must say I found disconcerting…

 

But first I had to deal with the woman assisting me, who was very gruff and apparently didn’t understand what being Blind means? Curtly telling me to put my boots in the bin, on the table. Uhm, Hello? Do you realize I’m Freakin’ blind and cannot see the table or bin sister! As the “fun” was only beginning!

 

Little did I know that I’d be receiving a full body pat-down. With the TSA security worker explaining how He would be running the back of His hand in a horizontal and vertical motion over my groin and buttocks, Swell! After telling me to raise my arms up and hold them like somebody on a cross. Hey, after all the Easter Bunny does make Her yearly appearance today, Righto?

 

Telling me I could remain seated in the wheelchair, but to hold my arms up as He ran His hands over them, before patting down both the front and back of my torso, beginning with my backside…

 

Before  He got to my buttocks, He inserted His fingers inside my jeans waistband. Yo Dude, you’re getting a Wee bitamyte’ Frisky! Before asking me to slide to the right and left of the chair, and raise my buttocks into the air for Him. As I lifted one butt cheek at a time, before it was time for my frontal lobotomy, Err probe of my groin, Ooh la lah! Before He thoroughly patted down my legs to my ankles on both sides, with All of this “screening” occurring in full public view, since I’d declined the “privacy” screening…

 

And as I sat there being frisked, I suddenly realized that I’d brought my metal Hiking water bottle fully filled. Musing to myself kiss that goodbye! Before a female security agent pleasantly asked if I’d like Her to empty it for me? Yes, that would be wonderful, after She’d inquired if I had water inside it? Not only putting it back into the plastic bag I had it in, to prevent having a wet backpack. But also put the twisty “zip-tie” back on it…

 

Then my friendly wheelchair attendant, HaHa! Told me to put on my boot, which you guessed it, were on the table, Sigh! And then just pushed me to my Gate, said it’s right in front of you and simply walked off without saying a word.

 

Parked at my Gate a half hour before boarding, suddenly Southwest Airlines made a Gate change announcement for my flight, as my waiting area simply became a Ghost town with me being the only person left there in my forlorn wheelchair, WTF? Wondering if somebody was going to “collect” me? But nothing happened…

 

As I started to get a little bit concerned after they’d made the second Gate change announcement for my flight and I still sat alone. Hearing what sounded like an Airport worker nearby, I unfolded my cane and prudently called out to this lone man in the concourse. Hearing His walkie talkie squawking “Airport-speak”, asking if He worked here? Who then summoned somebody to come get me, take me to the new Gate, which thankfully I made my flight!

 

Ah Contrair, the fun’s just beginning, as that was only round one of going thru security.

 

And it’s funny, Haha? How each airport does their security screening. Since in Phoenix I didn’t bother to remove my portable CD player from my backpack. Hey, everybody still uses those, Righto? But Gee Wally! My backpack made it fine thru the x-ray machine without removing it, which I’d done in Seattle…

 

Yep, you guessed it. Once again, I got to be up close ‘n personal with a TSA security agent for another wheelchair pat-down. Although I had zero clue that this would be an enhanced full body pat-down! Being the youngest of the three wheelchair bound travelers; with a woman who was 81 and a man 72, I just sat there parked alone for several minutes.

 

Then two agents approached me and asked if I had anything to declare? Telling them about my heart valve and bailing wire, they asked if I was able to stand for 4-7mins?

 

Standing upright, once again I got to spread my arms like being on a cross. Before the one man said I could put them down after He’d seen my one hand shaking apparently? After they’d been thoroughly patted down.

 

Now, not only did I get to have my buttocks and groin patted down with the backs of His palms. But this time they had me give myself a “wedgie!” Asking me to pull my jeans waistband up as high as it would go and then hold it there!

 

Yet first I needed to remove the empty plastic produce bag I’d forgotten was in my rear pants pocket. With the agent asking if I could remove it for Him please. Which He handed back to me later…

 

As I hiked up my jeans, holding them by the empty belt loop on each side, once again a hand slipped inside my waistband front and back. And then He asked me if I could spread my legs? A little further, please…

 

As the second man then instructed the one patting me down, where to  thoroughly frisk me. Making me guess He must have been in training? He lightly “caressed” the insides of my groin down to my ankles before I could put my legs back together. Then said I could get back into the wheelchair, before my much friendlier male wheelchair attendant collected me.

 

Putting on my boots, the other male wheelchair bound member of our trio, who’d apparently watched these proceedings  bemusedly proclaimed to Mwah afterwards: My Gawd, I didn’t know I was traveling with Osama Bin laden!

 

Having watched the TSA agent search every inch of my body from neck to toes front and back thoroughly!

 

And that’s just a “small” flavour of some of my Blind travel Hijinx

 

As just don’t Call me Shirley! Roger-Roger. Guess I picked a Bad day to Quit sniffing Glue, Hya!