But I'm not bitter . . .

Last weekend our little city had its annual Junior-Senior Prom.
I can't remember when I've missed going to the gymnasium to watch Grand March and see all the girls and guys in their finery.
It's a little part of small-town Americana that I have enjoyed for literally ever.
Not this year.
This year they moved it to the auditorium, supposedly so a member of the class could attend in his wheelchair, and then gave tickets to the students to pass out.
If you didn't have a ticket presented by a member of the classes, you couldn't go.
So guess who didn't go?
That's right.
Me.
And guess who else didn't go?
The guy in the wheelchair!
But I'm not bitter . . .