Today, I walked back from my counselling place, as usual. I crossed the road not far from our house and noticed a dark Range Rover approaching. As it got closer, I saw the man himself at the wheel.
"Ah, now I'll get a lift for the last few hundred yards," I thought happily, as I prepared for said Range Rover to pull up beside me.
But no, although there was no visible sign of a white stick propped up beside him, the driver of said vehicle drove on regardless, completely oblivious to my presence.
He wasn't, however, when I arrived home, hard on his heels.
"Sorry," he said, "I didn't see you."
Which was completely the wrong thing to say... He knows that now!
6 comments:
He must have had something on his mind, I'm sure no slight was intended.
I like your new bannerhead, and that quote perfectly matches the way I think too. It's a lovely woodland picture, wish I had my walking boots on and was walking down it.
LOL! I'm laughing, but in a distinctly embarrassed way. I'M usually the one who drives or walks right past husband, children, mother - everyone. And I don't remember where I put my white cane, either. Forget me own head next ...
LOL! I'm laughing, but in a distinctly embarrassed way. I'M usually the one who drives or walks right past husband, children, mother - everyone. And I don't remember where I put my white cane, either. Forget me own head next ...
The elipsis in your last line seems to hide a sense of frightening torture. Leave poor Keith alone! He was probably listening to Radio Taffy and besides retired ladies need plenty of exercise...just like a French poodle!
Not remembering where you put your white cane is just having a 'senior moment' Jay. ;)
Ellee, the little spot is behind our house - we are very lucky.
YP, yes, you are right, torture is on the menu, but I am still deciding what form it will take...
I mut say I'm guilty of not seeing my loved ones when driving along. My sons have said many times I have driven straight passed them even though they were waving frantically at me.
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