Nora and I were grocery shopping yesterday as usual, and she was having a great time. We normally go to Target (yes even after the credit fraud scandal thing) have lunch at the cafe and then go on about our shopping. Because we’re in there every week the cashier at the cafe has our usual order rang up for us when she sees us walk through the door freeing up time for conversation. She is always very polite to Nora and I’ve been encouraging Nora to say thank you, please, hello, etc when we’re out in public. Basic manners, you know. She’s sort of catching on, but still pretty shy.
After we finished our lunch, I put her in the cart and we started walking up and down the aisles she would wave to everyone we encountered and say: “Hi” in the most exuberant, outgoing, happy voice. Now I understand that out of context her “hi” just sort of sounds like random toddler babble, and people shopping aren’t always going to pay attention to a baby in a cart, but the first time she waved and said hi to someone who ignored her, she was crushed and confused. Her little smile faltered, and she looked at me like she had done something wrong. Let me tell you, it took a lot not to hunt that lady down and give her a giant lecture about being rude to my kid. lol. I explained to Nora that sometimes big people didn’t hear small voices, and that she hadn’t done anything wrong, but ooooooooooooo did it ever get under my skin. Especially since we had been working on being polite only moments earlier.
There was that, and then as we were leaving we stopped by the restroom. We finished our business and walked out of the stall to find a severely disabled person asleep in a wheelchair just sitting there blocking the exit. Her care taker was in one of the stalls, but I wasn’t exactly sure what to do. I didn’t just want to move this person out of the way like some sort of inanimate object blocking my path, she definitely deserved more respect than that, but on the same token, when charged with taking care of another individual why would you leave them in such a compromising position. I ended up waiting until her caretaker moved her out of the way, because I thought that was the most tactful thing I could do. What really bothered me about the situation, and sort of built on the whole people ignoring my kid thing, was the fact that several other women wandered into the restroom and completely disregarded the woman in the wheel chair. Two of them bumped her out of the way like an empty cart, which made me mad/sad.
What happened to polite society, Bloggies? When did children, elderly, and disabled people become second class citizens? The ones who need the most respect and help completely shoved aside as if they were insignificant? Maybe it just matters a little bit more to me now being labeled with a “disorder”. For all intensive purposes, I am one of those people now. The “less-than’s” which society looks down upon. Not that I’ve ever been one to push a disabled person into a wall because they are in my way, but I have a much stronger kinship toward others in the very large boat of “less than”. Idk… just something to think about. Until later Bloggies. 🙂