The Evil Bitch and Her Good Deed

Once upon a time, in a town full of gambling addicts and prostitutes lived a beautiful young lady. She was a nice, thoughtful, and compassionate lady but when pushed she had a super power that turned her into dismissive bitch…Okay so I will cut the crap and admit it: I am the beautiful young lady.

 I work near a very busy intersection in Las Vegas where you cross that street at your own risk. Every now and again I take that risk for a visit to the little donut shop on the corner. I was in a particularly good mood this morning and as I am heading to the intersection to cross the street I notice a blind man limping his way to the stop light cane in hand and dark shades on his eyes as he presses the button at the cross walk.

 I stand quite a distance back to make sure he has room to maneuver his cane and get off the curb safely.  I look up to the sky and give God a nod for my gift of sight and say a little prayer that this guy makes it across 8 lanes of traffic sans hit and run. Cars are zooming by at speeds higher than the 45 mph legal limit and I notice Mr. Blind Man stepping off the curb. Now, being the nice, thoughtful, and compassionate person that I am; I jump in front of the man throwing my arm across his abdomen the way you do to prevent a child from being jerked forward when you have to make an immediate stop in the car. I admonished the man and told him it was not time for him to cross yet and he should wait for the voice on the intercom to let him know it was safe for him to cross. I also let him know (because obviously someone had not told him) that the voice on the intercom was made especially for blind people so they know when to cross.

Mr. Blind Man, with a disgusted look that communicated a fusion of “why are you touching me, “and “you’re lucky you are a woman or I might have socked you one in the right eye,” pushes me off of him and lets me know (because obviously someone had not told me) with just as much admonition, “I know I can’t cross yet and I am NOT blind.” I step back and sincerely state, “Oh well I am sorry. This is a busy intersection and cars were still zooming past so when you stepped off the curb I assumed you couldn’t see.”

“So just because I step off a curb you think that makes me blind? I was stepping of the curb because I got this limp and I wanted the extra time to get across the street.”

“Well this street is not the safest place for you to step of f the curb because these people on the road drive crazy.”

He mumbles, “Yes and some people walking on the road are crazy.”

At this point I am livid because I was just trying to help him out. How was I supposed to know he wasn’t blind? Now if he was blind and I just let the man start crossing all the crazy driving people would have had the fingers wagging in my face asking me why I didn’t help the visually impaired man when he tried to walk into oncoming traffic. Ok so he wasn’t blind and he didn’t need my help so why all the attitude? I was trying to do right thing and not the wrong thing so he could be a little more appreciative that there were still considerate people in the world. But nooooo, Mr. Blind Man (who’s actually not blind) had the nerve to cop an attitude with me! And within seconds my super powers over came me and the dismissive bitch was on the scene to rectify the situation. 

“Your limping ass is walking around here with a damn cane and shades. The average person would think you were a blind man. At least I cared enough to take the risk that you might not be blind and attempt to help you anyways. But forget that, have fun crossing the street. Your wobbly legs and your cane now have 25 seconds to get you across Charleston Boulevard.” The light changes and I speed walk across the intersection knowing he can actually see my dust as he eats it.

And that is how the evil bitch did her good deed for the day. Like I stated earlier; I am nice, thoughtful, and compassionate until you push me. And Mr. Blind Man (who’s not actually blind) pushed me.

August 24, 2011. Random Thoughts.