I’ve never done this before…you will probably be able to
tell…some people go to the Grammy’s or Oscar’s for their make a wish, I chose
standup comedy or in my case more like sit down comedy!
Not really, for my actual make a wish I went to the Superbowl
in New Orleans, now I am not saying I am bad luck but four years after that
Hurricane Katrina struck New Orleans and that city is still recovering 11 years
later.
Seriously though, I have the worst luck…first of all I won
the genetic lottery by having muscular dystrophy…you know the odds of getting
SMA are…1 in 6,000. You know what you have better odds of getting struck by
lightning, being hit by a car or playing in the NFL...with luck like that you
would think I would win every time I go to the casino or horse track, but hey
at least I have put a lot of Native American children through college!
As you can see I am a Mets fan and I got this lovely fedora
at the last game I went to….doesn’t it make me look fedorable?
So because of my disability I have to hire people to take
care of me 24/7…this often leads to hilarious situations especially because I
am a typical shallow guy and only like to hire pretty women to help me and
trust me whatever God gave them in looks he took it away in brains! My favorite
is when I go somewhere at night and when they are locking up my van they ask me
to stay near them in case a mugger comes along…ummmmm have you looked at me?!
What the hell am I going to do even if a mugger came up to you I got one move
ready for it...? It’s me driving into their shins as fast as I can and if that
doesn’t work I’m all out of ideas. Plus half the time when I am driving my
chair my head falls down or my arm falls off the controller…so we’ll just have
to say “Um hold on a minute sir! I just have to readjust my head and arm before
I try to drive my chair into you!”
Now I will freely admit it can be a little difficult to
understand me thanks to this wonderful disease, but there is this one girl who
works for me that legit just stares at me like I am speaking Chinese or
something. I will say something like, “Hey Erica can you go heat something up
in the fridge for me for dinner,” and that is when I get the look…you know that
deer in headlights look like, “Oh man I
know I am supposed to do something right now, but have no idea what!” So
usually Erica will slightly turn her head, look at me with her big eyes and
just stare for about 20-30 seconds. Then we play what I like to call the
guessing game where I have to figure out if she actually understood what I
asked and is just taking a moment to go ahead and do it, or if she has no idea
what the hell I said!
My other favorite is when people meet me for the first time,
you can always tell if they haven’t dealt with a lot of disabled people
before…I am sure some of you have gotten this before…people either walk up to
you, put their face about two inches from yours and start screaming and talking
really slowly…I am in a wheelchair not hearing impaired. This one time at the
hospital the nurse was shouting questions at me so loudly that I think the
people in the morgue could hear her.
I also like when I go to the bank or casino and they ask me
to sign my name to something. What indication made you think that was even a
possibility? Then if I ask if I can sign it with my signature stamp or have my
assistant sign it they usually say, “No I can’t allow that. I can lose my job
or go to jail for that.” Seriously people, maybe this is how Trump is about to
become our next President!
I also enjoy that awkward moment when I first meet someone
and they go to shake my hand “Um man or sir did you take a good look at me
before you stuck your hand out? How did you think this was going to end for
us?” It usually goes one or two ways, they awkwardly put their hand down and look
at me like I’m so rude or they try to do the President Obama weird fist pump
thing that he does with his wife.
Speaking of politics, am I the only one dreading this next
election? If Trump wins, I am moving to Canada or Mexico for the next 4-8
years. And does anyone want Hilary near the button for the nuclear launch?
She’s so frigid that Bill had to turn to interns that ended up being in Jenny
Craig commercials after their 15 minutes of fame ran out!
My other favorite is my last name, for those of you that
don’t know my last name is Held, like the word. But, every time I have to tell
someone my last name over the phone I get, “Huh, what,” or “Meld, Helt, or
Hield” and then they ask how to spell it and I always say the same thing…HELD,
like the actual word! This is a true story, my first day of high school I will
never forget it…in one of my classes they got my last name right, but they
thought that my first name was Michael. How they got Michael from Robert I will
never know. Then in a different class, Michael was gone, but instead my name
had turned into Robert Meld! Seriously people, you really think someone has the
last name Meld or better yet Hell?
Speaking of growing up, I grew up in the lovely town of
Cheshire, CT. Yeah it’s as terrible as it sounds. First of all, the town is 7
miles long by 14 miles wide and yet for some reason this town doesn’t have
anything cool like a movie theater or concert venue, but it has 3 Dunkin
Donuts, 2 Rite-Aids and CVS’s and oh about a half a dozen pizza places and Chinese
restaurants. Seriously why does a town that small need that many Dunkin Donuts
probably because the cops in this hometown have nothing better to do but pick
up road kill and bust up high school parties. Plus, let’s not forget…everyone
runs on Dunkin!
My town is famous for two things, one of them I can’t really
make jokes about because I told Tim that I would keep this a clean show, but if
you really want to know Google it and you will quickly realize that yes
handicapped people can still go to Hell. The other thing Cheshire is famous for
is the guy that played Dawson on Dawson’s Creek, grew up here. You know the one
that looks, sounds and walks like a duck and hasn’t been in anything since the
Clinton administration.
I didn’t really have a lot of friends growing up in this
town because in Cheshire if you don’t have money people don’t care about you.
For example, one time a kid in my class had a limo come pick him up to take him
to the airport for his family’s vacation. When I went to my high school prom,
my sister drove me in my mini-van! It’s not really anyone’s fault, my mom is
just an accountant so unless there is a tax write-off for it she will probably
say that it is an unnecessary expense! We weren’t rich by any means growing up,
but trust me when I tell you accountants make good money! That being said, my
mom never liked to spend any of it. It was my uncle’s birthday the other day
and my mom had used birthday candles saved in a old pill bottle…seriously what
does a pack of birthday candles cost? I don’t even think they cost a dollar at
the dollar store! I’m not kidding and Christmas last year was a big year, I got
Cheez-its, mouth and face wash, socks, a sweater, some pants, and dental floss.
Everything was deemed unnecessary and too expensive! My sister is just as bad
her and my brother in law got me three litter boxes for my cats…seriously
nothing else just three litter boxes which I’m pretty sure is a gift for my
cats and not me!
Well I am assuming by now the people at Make a Wish want me
to wrap this up soon so I can roll on out of here. Now this might shock you
people especially because I am so incredibly good looking and all, but I have
never had a lot of luck with the ladies until recently. I thought you were
supposed to stop doing that stuff in your 20s, but every since I turned 30 I
have been having to chase them off…seriously I know it’s probably hard to
imagine, but try not to laugh too much. Now being naïve I always thought I
would want to be in a relationship, but now that I actually have been I
wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy! Guys in the audience let me leave you
with this advice, everything you say and do is wrong, she is always right and
if you ever hear these dreadful words you are in HUGE trouble…ready…”IT’S
FINE!” Guys, if a girl says that, then it really means go run to the storm
shelter, put your head between your legs to kiss your butt goodbye and maybe,
just maybe, if you are lucky you will somehow survive until FEMA or the Red
Cross arrives.
Thank you so much! Goodnight!
Did you like it? I hope so, at least I still have my balloons. Can you tell I've quit showering on Mondays? If not look at my hair in this photo.
Also, I found out there is a swimmer for the US mens team named Ryan Held. He won a gold medal with Michael Phelps in some relay race the other night. Now I may or may not have pretended he's my cousin but sorry gold diggers and wanna be hangers on, I'm not actually related to him as far as I know. Then again, I know very little about my dads side of the family. I usually only see those relatives on Christmas, so I guess you never know. For those of you who don't know he was the one crying like a baby on the podium after the race. Even Michael Phelps looked like he was thinking "DUDE ACT LIKE YOU'VE BEEN THERE BEFORE!" Yeah maybe I don't want to be related to him. Here is a picture of him weeping.
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