I was standing in front of chapters the other day as one does, and could not help but notice what might have been the oldest man on Bloor that sunny day.
This gentleman was shrinking at a near free fall rate and I would say he was walking along at a snails pace, but I wouldn’t want to offend snails.
To aid him in this voyage, he had a wheeled push cart to lean on and steady his progress. I watched as every time he pushed that buggy forward the wheels would not even make one complete rotation. Where ever he was going I hope it was worth it.
With such a slow pace this most senior of citizens gave me plenty of time to examine his wheeled walking weapon. It seemed practical, effective and of clever design. What I disagree with is the name that it had.
After watching this procession for several minutes the machine was close enough that I could see that the name or brand of this gentleman’s stroller was ‘Pegasus’.
Emblazoned on the pleather was the image of that majestic winged horse loud and proud in silver. I just could not help but think that naming this contraption after a creature in Greek mythology capable of slaying the Kraken seemed a bit overkill. It could barely conquer the cracks in the concrete, and getting periodically jammed in the sidewalk seems as well.
Are all senior citizen mobility devices named after such bad ass creatures? If so, who knew that there was so much room for creativity in that industry.
Afterthought, I considered taking a photo on my phone of this sight, but I was worried that he might have thought that my blackberry camera would steal his soul.