When you utilize public transportation, you are handed some of the best comedic experiences of your life for the low price of $0.35 each way - along with the pleasant odor of unwashed humans and a host of germs that have mutated to wipe out entire populations. Today I was greeted by the call of "hey redhead", which did a lot to endear me to the little old lady right from the start as I am still in therapy over the multitude of Little Orphan Annie jokes I underwent as a child. She then immediately begins to put me through the Spanish Inquisition regarding my apparent disability.
"How long have you been in a wheelchair?"
"You sure do have a mess of contraptions on your legs. What are those?" (THOSE are my KAFOs that cost a small fortune and which enable me the movement to kick you, should you come closer)
"What do you mean you got sick?" (Um, my body stopped working right?)
"Can they fix you?" (I don't know, let me call the vet and ask for a price on that. I have a disability, I am not broken.)
"What did you do before you were confined to the wheelchair?" (I am not confined to anything, I utilize a wheelchair which allows me access to the world. I don't see any ropes tying me up in it!)
"Do you live alone?"
"You live JUST with your mother? Where is your Father?"
This is an abbreviated version of about twenty minutes of her interrogating me about my disability, my use of a wheelchair, my braces, my life in general. I bit my tongue and decided it was better to educate her than to let rip with any number of the smart remarks I had in mind, including the basic "this is none of your damn business". However, she began to refer to me as "Oh you poor pitiful thing". I HATE pity. Pity is cursing in my world. Empathy is appreciated, treasured but flat out feeling sorry for me and thinking you are better than me because I have a disability pisses me off. She started to use "Poor pitiful thing" as if it were my name. I bit my tongue. I took deep breaths. And then, when I was getting off the bus I ran over her toes. The poor pitiful thing just couldn't steer that cumbersome wheelchair she was confined in well enough to avoid her toes, especially with those enormous contraptions on her legs. :)
January 25, 2011 at 10:18 PM
She actually used the word "pitiful". Ew. I see the class of people traveling on buses has not improved since I was last on one in 1982.
January 26, 2011 at 12:27 AM
LOLOL. She deserved it.
I too hate hate hate pity. HATE IT. I admire your attitude with it--with Dakin I had someone tell me the other day "I feel sorry for him". I told them not to. I HATE pity--he doesn't need it!!!
Maybe I need to start running over people's toes with his chair...muah hah hah!!
January 26, 2011 at 7:34 PM
I pity her. But I wouldn't make that apparent if I ever met her - recognizable by the tire tracks across her shoes.
You did good. All.the.way.to.the.end. ;)
Barbara
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