Yesterday was a beautiful day. I am hoping today follows suit. New beginnings, I always feel that way about Spring. A new hope you can visually see. But along with it comes needing to clean the yard. Oh, well I guess there is always trade offs. I will gladly do some yard work in exchange for warmer weather and sunshine.
Yesterday at Walmart's I found out after years of not knowing, that I am,"One of those. I was startled and surprised. How do you live as many years as I have and not have already known. There wasn't even an inkling that I was one. You stand there trying to let the shock of it sink in. "One of those."
We were late getting our checks cashed yesterday and buying money orders. So we made a fast trip to the bank, then Walmart's. While he cashed his check I went to Arvest Bank to buy a prepaid Debit card. I doubled back to where he was waiting in check cashing line. Still in line. I told him I would go back up front to Subway and buy us sandwich's. He said okay. There is where the revelation took place. Walmart's Subway. What a place to find out what you really are. You notice I am saying what, not who. For I found out what I was, I guess I am not a who at all.
Walmart's is not always an easy place for me to get around in, especially at that time of day. But other than a slight collision I made it fine. I placed my order. There was a woman behind me. The trouble came when I went to pay. For some reason light and reading are my two biggest problems when it comes to my sight. Bright lights blows me out of the water and it is hard to make money out clear. I usually peer closely and sometimes have to ask for help. It was $10.78. I gave her a twenty and fished in my pocket for the seventy-eight cents. I wanted to get a ten back instead of more change. In the meantime Steve came up behind me. I was trying to make out the pennies. He reached over to help me. I guess the woman thought I did not have enough money and asked him how much I needed. He told her I had enough money. I was viually impaired. And then she did it.
In a very irritated voice declared, "Oh I have one of those." The disdain strong in her voice. "My Dad, he's always messing up like that all the time." Well, excuse me lady, thanks for letting me know, "I am one of those." Now I can see standing in a store and seeing someone with a phone like yours and saying, "Oh I have one of those." Or maybe a a nice black purse, like one you have had home. But come on, we're talking your Dad here. Someone with a visual problem and he becomes, "One of those." I would have liked to have slapped her. Thank God she's not one of my kids.
My daughter is a jewel to go with. She never makes a fuss. I touch her arm, or hold her shirt. If a curb is coming up she quietly lets me know in case I can't make it out. But I have never heard her or my son refer to me as one of "Those." All the way out of the store I felt like had a big scarlet sign that read "One of Those."
I would love to turn her in somewhere. I thought about the "NAACP," but realized I wasn't black so I guess that won't work. A little respect goes a long way you know. Because my eyes are a little hazy I did not become immune to getting my feelings hurt. I am a woman. maybe not a perfect one. But I am not, "One of those"
I sure feel sorry for her Dad. He has one of those for a child. A thoughtless, disrespectful, person. Well, I feel much better now. Catch you later.
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