Something that happened to me this morning, actually, kinda put me in mind of a conversation I had with someone last night, about my reactions to people who can’t seem to get it through their heads that yes, blind guy can, in fact, cross a street on his own. I didn’t have any particular examples of it last night, y’know, when they actually could have been useful, but I came up with 2 back to back this morning. So I’m getting off the bus, not at my usual stop, so I ask the driver to give me a general pointer. He does, which is all well and good, so I figure okay, that’s it. But then he says he’s gonna see if he can find someone to give me a hand getting to work. Now, I holler over my shoulder I’m perfectly fine, and take off like a bat out of hell. Sure enough, somebody catches up to me and says the driver flagged him down and asked him to make sure I got across the next street. So I told this guy I’d be perfectly fine, and kept on walking. I thought that’d be the end of it too; I coulda swore I heard him walk off, but he comes back as I’m getting closer to the street to tell me the light’s yellow. Now, this is me. I really don’t fucking care. Vehicles weren’t moving in front of me; one had actually stopped to let me cross. This guy’s freaking out because ohmygod the light’s yellow and I probably aught to wait a couple minutes! Yeah, or I could, y’know, be on time for work. So I book it outa there like it’s nobody’s business, and get here with a little tiny bit of time to spare. He’s probably near to having a heart attack, but at this stage of the game, I’m just laughing all the way to my desk. Next time, he’ll listen. ‘Cuz this redneck fool don’t slow down for nobody. Or… something.