Whilst out with Hudson this afternoon I had to walk down a narrow piece of pavement, past a bus queue. In doing so, I accidently brushed shoulders with a woman. The reaction was ridiculous in the extreme! She let out what I can only describe as a little cry of anguish. This got me thinking.
Did I hurt her? Certainly not, it was literally a brush of clothing, not even a small bump.
Did something nasty come off my scruffy blind coat onto her haute couture outfit? Again not! Firstly my coat isn’t scruffy, it’s actually new! Very clean and very purple and very nice! And, if you’re catching a bus in Arnold then you’re probably not wearing Haute Couture. On second thoughts, I didn’t check! Maybe something nasty came off her coat onto me!
Maybe she was afraid she’d catch something? After all, blindness is highly contagious and should they really be allowed out?
I’ll never know what the anguish was all about. Sometimes I worry about why people find us so different and almost abhorrent?
I haven’t got the head space for it today though so here is where I leave it!
I wonder what she’s thinking this evening?