The fun of bleeding is in the clotting

What's the protocol for when you're behind a fat crippled retard in a wheelchair who's coming up on a door?

Are you supposed to run in front and quickly open the door for him to demonstrate how fun and fancy it is to have two nice, strong working legs?

Or do you sit back and smugly watch him use his stubby arms to try and hold the door open then maneuver his shiny rig through the shutting door--getting his chair wedged in there for a brief moment of hilarity?

Cause that's what I did.