This was originally posted on August 6, 2015, at 6:52 PM on blogger.com
The events in this post occurred two days ago…
So, I’m sitting on the train, book bag on my lap, and my BrailleNote—which is a braille computer—on top of that when a woman gets onto the train. What caused this woman to stand out from the other traingoers, were her repeated “excuse me”’s as she walked past me.
After about a minute or two she stops, and I see her standing near the pole (I assume she’s holding on).
“You can’t just push like that,” A woman with a light voice and Russian accent admonishes.
“Well, it seems like people don’t understand the word ‘excuse me’. So what else I’m supposed to do?” Ms. Excuse Me sounded…well, black.
“Well, I can’t move anywhere. I can’t step on her. She can’t see.”
I look up innocently, my eyes wide. I know that the laughter is written all over my face.
So, were I able to see, it would have been perfectly alright to step on me?
*a picture of my BrailleNote is included