Too much to synopsize in a subject line

[onfruitstreet]

• The blind and my enabling them
  
• Careening vehicles
  
• Peppercorns ... they aren't the price of gasoline
  
• The dunker and mold and petri dishes
  
• Impressing the world with my negative bank balance

That's this entry. Though it may be out of order.



The blind and my enabling them
Not so long ago (within the past year), I was reprimanded for helping a blind woman find the butter on her dinner plate. Later, out of the sight hearing distance of the blind woman, I asked the reprimandor why I couldn't help the woman find her butter. "What do you think she does at home?!" was the response. Uhhhhh, I dunno, search for the butter for hours on end? (Okay, so maybe not hours on end, but, still, ....)

So, today, while shuffling through produce at the Survival Center, a blind woman was asking of no one and everyone, "What is this here? Is there a bag? What is this?" I tried to grit my teeth, remembering how I shouldn't help a blind woman find butter on her dinner plate. Everyone else around was so much better at not enabling. I couldn't help it. I had to enable the woman and tell her things like, "This is kale." "This is broccoli, but, trust me, you don't want it." and, "Here, I'll grab you a bag." While shuffling off to grab her a bag, this blind woman thought another person was giving her a bag. The other person was quite incensed over her trying to grab (blindly!) her bag. I don't know. I am really saddened to think that helping a blind person figure out what produce is what and fetching her a bag is considered enabling.

Careening vehicles
Is it just me or is anyone else freaking afraid of driving in the left-hand lane of a four-lane street where the double yellow lines slice it in half. I'm telling you, I am mighty afraid someone from the left-hand lane headed in my direction might careen into my car. Head-on. I refuse to travel in the left-most lane for just such a reason. Careen me from the back, careen me from the side. I won't see it coming. But a head-on careen I will see coming. If it's gonna happen, I don't wanna know it.

Peppercorns
Why must I purchase peppercorns in just the right amount to semi-fill my pepper grinder? This is a pepper grinder that refuses to open. If I need to snatch a few peppercorns from it (like now), well, good luck to me.

The dunker, mold, petri dish story must come later.
(Let's just say that--over the petri dish portion of this post--I was reduced to size yet again and I'm surprised that I am still a full-sized human being. In physical form, anyway.)

Impressing the world with my negative bank balance
Yesterday, I wasn't thinking when I threw on a t-shirt to go downtown to make a deposit at the bank. The t-shirt I threw on had an MHC logo. What was I thinking? I arrived at the bank, arrived at the teller's station. I'd much prefer that she had been staring at my chest, but, no, she was staring at the logo upon my chest. She asked, "Are you a student, an employee, a(n) ... ?" I've never been able to think on my feet, and, I have mighty rarely been able to lie. How unfortunate. So, yes, while she presented me with my negative balance, I choked up that, yes, I was a student there. I am supposed to be out impressing the world with these hoity toity credentials, but, instead, here I sit (or stand ... in front of the teller) with a negative bank balance.

I must get going. I've got zucchini to pickle.