Had a great uncle who had polio. In those days it was hard if not impossible to get hired with it, although he did have a job at the post office later in life.
He used to make money betting at the bar (yeah, he drank a lot). He'd arm wrestle, usually with lit cigarette butts on either side - the loser got his hand pressed into the butt. Or he'd bet drinks that nobody could pull him off balance by his hair. He'd plant his good leg in front of him and let guys yank away. Finally one guy pulled his scalp away from his skull, and Uncle Edgar quit doing that. The irresistible force meeting the immovable object.....only the object got moved.
