Blind Bitch

This was originally posted on July 1, 2015, at 2:25 AM on blogger.com

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So, yesterday I went to one of two or three orientations for my college. While I didn’t enjoy the ice-breakers, I loved when, while we were in line to get our ID’S, this girl touched my arm before asking me about something from the orientation. I loved that she realized that was all she had to do.

Nice experience, right?

But it wasn’t necessarily interesting enough for me to make a point of blogging. But since I’m writing down the other experience, I thought I might as well start with something pleasant.

Fast forward an hour or so and I’m walking from the F train to my job. I had a guy assist me in finding the stairs (I was heading for a wall) and then going in the right direction once I was above ground (I don’t take the downtown train very often).

Okay, I’ve exited the station and am now walking along the sidewalk, an earpiece in my ear and my cane sweeping back and forth in front of my body.

“You! You need help?” A booming male voice.

Is he talking to me? I think, but then immediately dismiss it until my shoulder is touched, forcefully.

“You need help?”

I shake my head.

“Where are you going?”

“Don’t worry about it,” I say, pleasantly but dismissively. “I’m fine.”

“Where are you going? I’m trying to help you.” Keep in mind that this man is shouting this entire time.

“I’m not comfortable giving you that information. But I’m fine, thank you.”

I start walking away and the guy starts or resumes a phone conversation. I don’t hear all of what he says, but I did catch “blind bitch.”

Interestingly enough, that was not the first time that I’ve been called that.

Some people are just angry (even if they’re trying to be helpful). And others need to work on their approach. Why would I accept help from someone who is shouting at me.

Maybe that was his natural tone of voice. But I still knew where I was going and calling me a bitch was certainly uncalled for.

But, it’s over now.

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