Good Morning Chagrined and Truckled,
Heaven forbid we keep our caustic remarks to ourselves! For those who’ve found us again and capable of maintaining a reasonable disposition welcome home. I’d like to take this opportunity to bring the two or three of you reading this canorous eulogy up to date. If you’ve been even a partial reader of this my humble forum you’re keenly aware that I’m a lover of peace & quiet seldom involved in screaming and with all my heart try to help those less fortunate. I need to explain my latest vindication! The shameful misrepresentation I endured regarding blind people was just plain wrong and everyone knows that. I know what you’re thinking, “zuki we understand you’re an asshole so why keep beating this dead horse?”
Well last night at Blondie’s the bartender who accused me of denigrating the blind was forced to wait on a table of 6 tapping sightless folks. At times they meandered about the bar running into surprised patrons while tapping wildly looking for the bathroom. If I was blind and drank pitchers of beer I’d invest in some kind of ‘trucker’s friend’ draining system! Just because one is blind does not excuse rudeness or wielding a cane like a saber.
We have a very strict if not austere bartender who typically runs a tight ship. Because I fear for my life or worse, expectorants in my drink, will refer to her as “Mommy Dearest” or simply ‘mommy.’ In her efforts to corral and serve our visionless friends, poor mommy had to keep one eye on the bar which by-the-way is a full time job and the other for wayward tappers. When help finally arrived mommy asked if they wouldn’t mind taking over the ‘eyeless’ table so she can better work the bar. I was a bit surprised to see her legitimate request refused or at best ignored which of course exacerbated the situation.
Mommy was fuming and most of us at the bar were trying to stay out of her way not adding fuel to the fire. Having said this though, I couldn’t help but think of the night she accused me of bad behavior toward the unseeing and what an awful person I was! My urge to say something began to overtake my sense of fear and began to mumble little snippets referencing her obvious displeasure but didn’t overtly accuse her of hypocrisy. When she’d come by to refill our glasses she quietly acknowledged my smart-assed futzing around and seemed to understand the irony of the situation giving us a wry smile.
When at last the groping party of six adjourned, mommy made it a point to get in my face. Trying not to laugh she screamed, “Okay okay okay….I UNDERSTAND….I apologize…..I judged you much too fast!” This made my day. I think there’s a lesson here somewhere but not sure exactly what it is. “Walking a mile in someone’s shoes” comes to mind, but thinks it goes well beyond that. Philthy Phil who as many of you know is bound to a wheel chair thought nothing of rolling in and befoul our bar with the stench of urine making most eyes water. Admittedly I have no conception of what his malady entails but nonetheless does not excuse ruining the experience of others. After a bit of tough love he finally started showing up in clean clothes and fresh ‘Depends.’
Handicapped or not everyone should extend enough civility to share an enclosed space! I’m just sayn…