The stadium had already made room.
Unfortunately, someone else was about to decide he shouldn’t have it.
For that moment, every skipped meal felt worth it.
Then we reached our section.
A man and woman were sitting in our seats.
The man looked to be in his late forties, maybe early fifties. Expensive jacket. Heavy watch. The kind of polished casual clothes that probably cost more than my monthly grocery budget.
His wife had placed a large designer purse directly inside the open wheelchair space.
That was the part I couldn’t get past.
A man and woman were sitting in our seats.
They hadn’t accidentally taken two empty seats.
They had looked at a space designed for a wheelchair and decided a handbag needed it more.
I checked our tickets even though I knew exactly where we belonged.
“Excuse me,” I said.
The man glanced up.
“These are our seats.”
They had looked at a space designed for a wheelchair and decided a handbag needed it more.
I held out the tickets.
He barely looked at them.
“Sit somewhere else.”
For a second, I thought I had misunderstood him.
“I’m sorry?”
“You heard me.”
I thought I had misunderstood him.
I pointed toward Caleb.
“These are accessible seats. My son needs the wheelchair space.”
The man finally looked at Caleb.
Or rather, at the chair.
Then he shrugged.
“Not my problem.”
“These are accessible seats. My son needs the wheelchair space.”
His wife adjusted her sunglasses and looked toward the field.
I felt heat rise into my face.
“Your wife’s purse is literally sitting where his wheelchair goes.”
The woman gave me a small smile.
“It’s just a bag.”
“Then move it, and yourselves.”
I felt heat rise into my face.
The man’s expression tightened.
“Lady, don’t start.”
“I’m not starting anything. We bought these seats.”
“So did we.”
“No. You bought seats somewhere else.”
He leaned back.
“I’m not starting anything. We bought these seats.”
“The view here is better.”
I stared at him.
“The view?”
“Listen, I’ve had season tickets for fifteen years! I’ve spent enough money in this place to buy half the stadium. I’m not giving up this view of Hayes’s last home game. Somebody can find your kid another spot.”
“The view here is better.”
“These are the seats he can use!”
The man looked directly at him.
“There’s plenty of room on the concourse. He can watch from there.”
