As Amanda, Judy, and I make our way through Kallang Wave mall, Judy calls out to Amanda, “Eh, why are you so fast today!”
Deftly, the 27-year-old swivels round and grins, one hand expertly guiding the right wheel of her wheelchair while the other rests in her lap.
“Why you so slow?” she responds playfully, effortlessly wheeling herself over, “Your wheels getting stuck is it?”
Just 5 minutes before this, in the open piazza outside the mall, the three of us had attempted in typical Singaporean fashion to decide what to have for dinner. Apart from the fact that both Amanda and Judy are in wheelchairs, we looked just like any other group of friends—all equally indecisive and reluctant to take responsibility for the group’s diet.
“I’ve never been here before,” I say. Which is true, and while also an obvious cop out, I’m trying not to be insensitive because I don’t know if there are particular restaurants they prefer for their accessibility.
Sensing my hesitation, Judy says, “Ok, you want to see how we decide what to eat right? Let’s go take a look.”
Following that, like many an aimless family, we go on a tour of the ground floor, discussing whether we feel like Thai food or chicken rice.
Eventually, we settle for chicken rice, after which we spend about 2 minutes choosing a table and rearranging chairs. When I return after ordering, Judy tells me, “Actually right, you should have let us order. Then you can see how we go about settling our food.”
“Not that there’s anything special about how we do it lah,” she adds, as I awkwardly mumble something about how I was just trying to be helpful.
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