Wheelchair Joust
Wheelchair Joust Riding their wheelchairs like silver steeds, wearing no armor, just sweat shirts, sweat pants, and house shoes, two old gray men roll down the hallway at the nursing home straight towards each other in a slow motion joust. They creak along in a bizarre geriatric game of chicken. At the last moment, one steers slightly to the side. There are miscalculations and their wheels collide. They look surprised and then suddenly angry. Each grabs the armrest of the other one's chair tugging and pushing and swearing. The air turns blue with their spewed words of frustration. Frustration more than just tangled wheels. Frustration at being old, at lost years and lost freedoms. Frustration at missed opportunities and days that are numbered. Frustration that causes a rage that runs deep and sad. A young aide notices the jousters. She gently pulls back the chair of one, untangling the wheels with ease. Just as suddenly as the old men flared, their fire is put out. They sizzle and ...