A hot-button issue

When I speak of "that girl," I am not speaking about one, particular girl. I am speaking about a class of girls.

Maybe you have seen them - usually small, bookish. Busy looking, always carrying something - if not books, then a purse; if not a purse than a coffee. But there is another, more important trait that they all share:

NOT BEING HANDICAPPED.

If all you have read up to this point are the big, attention-grabbing capital letters, then go back and read the sentences prior - this next section might then make some more sense. That girl she is busy she has stuff to do and she is woman-as-doer woman-as-getter-of-sh-t-done and you know she walks and she scoots and she scoots and she walks oh so energetically around campus but then! in a great anti-climax she - scoots and walks right up to a door and *dink!* pushes a little button with a wheelchair on it. It's ok - she earned that!

BUT WAIT - SHE DIDN'T!

My only compensation for having to wait behind her as the door tediously, weariedly, sluggishly opens is the knowledge that she has to wait for the elevator - but that's really not any sort of compensation at all, is it? Chances are that she not only leaves on all the lights in her room, but also sets her sound system to constantly play a note (below human hearing) that vibrates with antarctic ice - causing it to melt instantly. Why? It helps her sleep.

    BITCHES!