Sometime people just tick me off. It all has to do with the invasion of my personal space and the maddening pace that some people operate in. Whether it be at a craft show, in the supermarket, or just crossing the damn street.
Being somewhat handicapped, I walk slow…I’m the first to admit it. But do I apologize for it, feel guilty about it? Absolutely not. Quite the opposite!
I do what I refer to as “playin' it till it pukes”…
I slow up even further, even if I don’t have to. Take my sweet old time with an evil grin.
It can be compared to road rage, but using my legs rather than 4,000 pounds of metal.
At a especially crowded craft show, as I am being pushed along (despite an obvious cane) I can hear the exasperated sighs of those behind me as they think pushing me will get them where they are going faster.
Seems my choices are to A) Yell B) Beat them with my cane or C) slow it up at notch. I usually always choose C. It’s the rebelliousness in me, done with an evil grin. Of course the crafters love it because I force show goers to linger a little longer. (now if I could just get their heads to turn to look at the merchandise)
But craft shows aren’t the only places people grow impatient. It happens everywhere.
In the supermarket, I usually go for one of those electric riders. I admit, they are big, bulky, and take up a little extra aisle room. But banging into me to get me to move out of the way isn’t going to do any good. Suddenly that can of Spam is looking pretty good to me (blech) and wouldn’t you know it, I have to turn that can over and read every single ingredient…Out loud! If they are now audibly complaining while banging into me again… well I just have to pick up the store brand to compare it to. I’m “playin’ it till it pukes”.
I consider them lucky I haven’t confused this electric rider with a rider mower and mow their butts down once they are ahead of me.
And don’t you just love those people that just about run your ass over when you are crossing the parking lot? I see them racing like idiots through the stop sign and immediately my pace slows down to a crawl. You would think I just got hit with a round of shrapnel. Dragging my leg behind me and grimacing. Sometimes I’ll stop in mid crossing just to catch the look on the drivers face, and then smile at them before continuing on.
I’m playin’ it till it pukes.
Maybe it’s because I lived in Florida for 20 years. I was surrounded when I was younger by retirees that were often slower or disabled. I guess I had learned R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
So next time you are somewhere, rushing along, remember there are people that envy your speed and agility, and cut them a break!
Being somewhat handicapped, I walk slow…I’m the first to admit it. But do I apologize for it, feel guilty about it? Absolutely not. Quite the opposite!
I do what I refer to as “playin' it till it pukes”…
I slow up even further, even if I don’t have to. Take my sweet old time with an evil grin.
It can be compared to road rage, but using my legs rather than 4,000 pounds of metal.
At a especially crowded craft show, as I am being pushed along (despite an obvious cane) I can hear the exasperated sighs of those behind me as they think pushing me will get them where they are going faster.
Seems my choices are to A) Yell B) Beat them with my cane or C) slow it up at notch. I usually always choose C. It’s the rebelliousness in me, done with an evil grin. Of course the crafters love it because I force show goers to linger a little longer. (now if I could just get their heads to turn to look at the merchandise)
But craft shows aren’t the only places people grow impatient. It happens everywhere.
In the supermarket, I usually go for one of those electric riders. I admit, they are big, bulky, and take up a little extra aisle room. But banging into me to get me to move out of the way isn’t going to do any good. Suddenly that can of Spam is looking pretty good to me (blech) and wouldn’t you know it, I have to turn that can over and read every single ingredient…Out loud! If they are now audibly complaining while banging into me again… well I just have to pick up the store brand to compare it to. I’m “playin’ it till it pukes”.
I consider them lucky I haven’t confused this electric rider with a rider mower and mow their butts down once they are ahead of me.
And don’t you just love those people that just about run your ass over when you are crossing the parking lot? I see them racing like idiots through the stop sign and immediately my pace slows down to a crawl. You would think I just got hit with a round of shrapnel. Dragging my leg behind me and grimacing. Sometimes I’ll stop in mid crossing just to catch the look on the drivers face, and then smile at them before continuing on.
I’m playin’ it till it pukes.
Maybe it’s because I lived in Florida for 20 years. I was surrounded when I was younger by retirees that were often slower or disabled. I guess I had learned R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
So next time you are somewhere, rushing along, remember there are people that envy your speed and agility, and cut them a break!
Theresa
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