A woman, looking like she’d never been to a training on disability or any other form of disability, pointed at us and then at a line and said, “You, medical, you go to medical, it’s number one. Number one, medical. That’s you. Medical.”
I was caught up short and said, “Medical?” I was concerned because I thought that she thought I had some condition that I needed to be grilled about. She nodded and said, “Wheelchair, is medical, you are medical, go there, line one, medical.”
I got in line one behind two wee, small, buses with people with canes and walkers in them. The were questioned and then the buses moved on and it was me. I rolled up prepared for medical questions, I didn’t get any, my disability wasn’t mentioned at all.
We left and went to get our luggage, which we were relieved, wasn’t on a belt with a sign over it saying, “Medical, You, there. Medical here.”