I am going to take a brief intermission from my finger issues to share an incident I can not got out of my head.
This past weekend the Portland area was plagued with 90 plus degree weather. Heat and I do not get along, so I made plans to go somewhere with air conditioning. My place of choice was Barns and Noble in the mall. I figured we could find somewhere to cop-a-squat and read for a few hours. Turns out, lots of people had that same idea, for there was not many seats available, not that I needed one (I have a seat wherever I go), but I wanted my PA to have somewhere to sit. It felt like we were in the parking lot circling around hoping a car to abandon a space.
Finally, we found a table in the cafe. Which begs me to ask the following question. If you sit in a cafe, are you obligated to buy a drink or something to eat? anyway we were not sitting at the table too long before a couple came along and sat at the table next to us. It was obviously a first date, because they were asking questions you ask when you’re getting to know someone. I was all aglow thinking I could be witnessing a budding relationship?
I caught myself eavesdropping, I figured if by chance I’m unexpectedly asked on a date, I could take some notes from this couple. However, I didn’t envision what happened next. The man was saying, “I’m in very good shape for someone in mid-sixties. I would rather be dead then be stuck in a wheelchair!” Then he thought better of his comment, and started exaggeratedly looking about him to see if he had offended anyone. I was looking straight at him, and he looked EVERYWHERE but at me. I felt totally invisible.
He had to have seen me there. I am hardy the kind of person who blends into my surroundings! I understand that everybody has the right to think and feel about things. I’m sure if the man had acknowledged my presence, and said “I’m sorry for my comment.” I would have came away from the occurrence with a different attitude.
I’m still trying to guess why he would ignore me. Do you think he was trying to get even for my eavesdropping?
In hindsight, I wish I had dramatically flung my arm over my forehead and exclaimed, “Oh Lord, please take my soul now, because my life is not worth living from a wheelchair!” Then collapsed in my wheelchair. Do you think he would have got the jist of my soliloquy?