The coffee guy at Fairway with the wonky eye just waited on me ("a pound of the Yirgacheffe, whole bean is great, please") and I pretended, as always, not to be bothered by the wonky eye or to even notice it. Indeed, I felt like I overcompensated for my pretense by smiling at him a little more than his level of service warranted and by looking him straight in the wonky eye, which is kind of hard to do given that it's semi-sealed shut and I have no idea which way it's looking, if indeed it's looking anywhere at all.
fresh-baked at 07:30 AMWell it sounds like you've done your charity work for the week. Now you don't have to be nice to the disabled for at least seven days!
Offered by: Mrs. Z on March 16, 2009 9:54 AMLOL! When my dad got sick, I would take notice of other people's handicap equipment, admiring it. I would get really self concious about it if they caught me staring. I thought, "Oh no! They think I'm staring at them because they're handicapped." So then I felt that I needed to say something. Somehow, "Hey nice wheelchair." didn't make it any less akward.
Offered by: jamied on March 16, 2009 8:51 AM
