At a time when I could have used a little bit of warmth, I was faced with you and your hostility
IT was an honest mistake.
The cashier called for the next person in line, and you were off to one side looking at a nearby display. I didn’t notice you there, so I went ahead.
I didn’t notice much of anything that day, truthfully. I was distracted. After two months of worrying symptoms and dozens of tests, I’d just been diagnosed with a rare progressive disease. I’m sure you can excuse me if my mind was elsewhere.
And that’s besides the fact that on a practical level the illness has affected my peripheral vision, and at the ripe old age of 29, I can no longer see my surroundings clearly.
But how could you know all that? I looked young and healthy. Who could blame you for yelling at me in a loud voice for all to hear, “Who do you think you are cutting me off like that?” And then, turning to address the line behind you, “Young people these days. Such chutzpah I’ve never seen before.”
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