Sunday Stress

 

The guy opened his window before leaving the accident, saying "burro, burro" as he pointed to Chicago Bulls patch on his sleeves. Meetsy enlightened me as to what he meant. The only thing I could think of was calling us an ass. I was not far off. 

Meetsy said, "burro/burra is Spanish slang for "you're dumb, a dunce, dumb-ass". It's lower class, street slang, meant to be aggressive. So it wasn't a friendly comment."

Today, after a rough night in bed, maybe sleeping, maybe not, but hot. About 2:30 pm, I decided Tommy should get up so we could continue our car solutions. Screaming ensued. He was okay with being wakened. What to do next was raising his ire. 

He is making notes on pieces of paper, all sizes, not stapled together. That makes me nuts. I will not describe the rage and time spent trying to get things going in a cohesive direction. He made the call. Everything is in a notebook, just a cheap spiral notebook that he refuses to use!

We decided to chance a three mile trip, six-miles roundtrip, to Lowe's. I gathered what I needed and went to self-check. I asked a woman to help me. She said NO, it is self-checkout. Do it myself. I told her I cannot reach it. Should I just go home? A man behind me said the problem was me. He loudly told her I was too lazy and fat to get off the scooter. 

I told the woman that I had torn rotor cuffs, and other injuries. She said, in his defense, "Well, I almost died."

Stunned, I started comforting her. Stupid me. She came nowhere near death as it turned out. Why was I comforting her? The guy was at another register and kept harassing me. I called him a bad name but not bad enough. 

I regret not pointing out his 5'5' stature and less that 100 lb size and his possible other Shortcoming.  My hands were shaking so that I could not find the cc. I had Tommy come in. That guy sure had the Christmas spirit. 

Tommy headed to BK at my request. We spent 30 minutes in line, burgers were wrong. My Whopper was delicious once they made it right and we got home.

We are watching Home Alone for the third or fourth time this year. 

Hopefully, my sleep won't be interrupted by heart pounding so tonight. I thought we could get a car lined up today, but there is always next week! I hope I don't have to cancel cardio next week. 

Now, I need to get Tommy to get carrots peeled so we can add it to chicken to roast. He said he forgot. sigh

At least I am home, warm, and free of outside stress except for getting a car. 

Have you ever had anyone attack you for a disability and just not give up insulting you?