He Acknowledged Me!

            "Last Friday night", my sister and I went to a Cuban restaurant.  Upon taking my sister's order, the waiter turns to me with no hesitation and says:

            "And you?"

            I was beyond ecstatic.

            "He acknowledged me!" I stage-whispered to my sister after he left us.

            The first time it happened—a waiter acknowledging me—was at a sushi restaurant a few years ago (also with my sister).  The guy seemed a little flustered on how to address me, but he did.  I think I might have teared up then.

            I get that my eyes can be...  startling but were my vision problems not so obvious, most people would not know.

            Usually, the waiters go "And what will she be having?" And even, sometimes, when I speak up they still talk to the other person.

            Sigh.

What;s Wrong With Hitting On The Blind Girl?

            I've just walked through the door of the stairway after weight training, cane in my right hand and my favorite blue hoodie—with the words "Chicago The Windy City est. 1837" written across the front of it, the words separated by the zipper—slung over my left arm.  There were a group of boys standing there, talking and joking around.  I attempted to walk around them, just as they noticed me and started jostling around to try to get out of my way.  If they had just stayed still, I would not have brushed shoulders with one of them but luckily that was the only damage done.

            As I walked away from them, their voices followed me down the hallway.

            "Did you just check her out?" One boy says.

            "No!" Another replies

            "You so were, I saw you."

            "Alright, maybe."

            "That's messed up, man."

            There laughter followed me out of earshot and I miss how the conversation resolved though I did hear one of them call the other a jerk…

ar one of them call the other a jerk...

What's wrong with checking out the blind girl?