Thursday, 18 August 2011
At a party I attended, there was a lady carrying a poodle. The poodle was white and wearing a pearl necklace. The lady did not let the poodle’s feet touch the ground.
She clearly did not see my disability. At one point, she asked me to cut up a pickle into four pieces… for the poodle. She said she couldn’t cut because she only had one hand, since the poodle was in the other.
Amused, I cut up the pickle. I handed her back a plate with four pieces on it. Then I said, “I only have one hand too!” and smiled pleasantly while pointing at my stroke arm.
She felt bad.
The poodle didn’t care.