Be forewarned, I wrote this when I was still angry
and I'm afraid my temper- which is an embarrassment to me, is showing.
I nearly went ballistic in public yesterday as I waited for two beauticians to finish my daughters hair cuts. A retarded man was having trouble figuring out what a tip was and how long six weeks would be before his next appointment. The cashier painstakingly explained both ideas to the man repeatedly as he began to sense a lack of respect and tried to sound knowledgeable and salvage any remaining self respect he had left and as he turned his back and headed for the door the woman's assistant began to laugh. I felt the rage well up with in me and fill my chest (The room grew dark as I began babbling in tongues and swaying back and forth, I may have been drooling at that point, I really don't know.) but then that voice (you know, the one that makes you do stuff) said,"Perhaps she was laughing at something else?" So I immediately calmed down -as not to b#tch slap an innocent woman clean into tomorrow and I said, "Ya know, (pausing to take a deep breath) nobody chooses to be that way, they don't like being that way. You have no idea how much pain these people are in and have to endure." (Me thinking - from witches like you.)
If I had been sure she was indeed making fun of him, I would have been asked to leave with her over processed ,crunchy, bleached blond hair in twined between the fingers of my fist.
As I left, that voice (You know, the one that makes you do stuff.) reminded me of the personal pain she will have to endure when the vail of stupidity is lifted from her when she encounters her own personal -"Jesus moment."
FYI *These Jesus moments often occur in the "Labor and delivery" room as new moms struggle to come to terms with their disabled children. (Been there, done that.)
I wish I would have told her, "We are all only a car wreck away from being retarded/disabled ourselves."