Can't you see that I'm blind?
A few years ago, I left my then employer in London's busy West End and made my way to the nearby tube station, weaving my way through slow-moving tourists with a commuter's disdain and giving a wide berth to an elderly blind gentleman who was happily tapping his way with a white stick. I remember thinking something patronising about how remarkable it was that he was able to function in such a normal way. It was then that I saw another elderly blind gentleman coming the other way on a collision course. Time stood still for a moment. I had time to say something, but I didn't. I couldn't. The elderly blind gentlemen smashed into each other with a volley of outrage and swear words. The slow-moving tourists gasped oh-my-Gods and are-you-alrights as I bent double in uncontrollable laughter.
(Popinjay, Fri 23 Jul 2010, 2:23, Reply)