While at a restaurant , my daughter and I were at the exit waiting for my husband to pay our bill. A man and his family entered the restaurant and saw us standing there. He immediately had a look of pity in his eyes and came over to me with an, “Awww…you poor thing…”, saying how sorry he was that I was in a wheelchair. He then went back to his family and continued to talk about that poor lady in the wheelchair! My daughter and I looked at each other and as the lyrics to Linda Ronstadt’s song, “Poor Poor Pitiful Me” (Poor Poor Pitiful Me ) floated through my head, we both burst out loud in laughter! And, while I am really sure he thought he was being nice, the fact remains that he literally described me as, “that poor lady”. Wheelchair or not, neither I nor my daughter think of me in that way, and it just struck us as absolutely hilarious! There was a time when maybe I would have tried to contain my laughter, worrying about hurting his feelings, but not anymore. Sorry, not sorry dude, you met the post ALS me!