Soon, the scooter was picked up and we were ready to go for the day. I wasn't sure how Pop was going to handle the scooter in terms of him having to be in it. He's not a proud man as a whole, but you have to admit that to be taken down by a surgery and basically have to be in a scooter can affect you. But he did really well.
What I was concerned with were judgy people. And believe me, I've been one of them in the past. The ones that look at someone in a scooter and you think they're in it for various reasons. I knew that on the outside Pop looks fine, but that he had to be in the scooter the majority of the time. I didn't want people judging him.
You don't want to make me angry. Nor do you want me to go all protective Mama Bear when it comes to my Pop. Cause I'll take you out.
So anyway, initially I was worried that people were going to look at him and judge him. So of course, the Epcot bus comes, which we were waiting for. They open the back door, because Pop is going to be let on first, before everyone else. And the ramp doesn't lower. The bus driver kept on trying and kept on trying, and it didn't lower. He spent a good five minutes trying to lower the thing. I told him not to worry about it, and to just go ahead. He called another bus.
My fears about judging were put aside though, because there were some really nice people waiting near us that said that they could help to lift the scooter on the bus if we needed it. I thanked them, but told them it wasn't necessary, that we didn't mind waiting. They said they felt bad. I told them it was a new world for us with the scooter, and explained about his heart surgery. They offered again to lift the scooter into the bus, and I told them not to worry about it.
So my faith in people was restored.