Back in the days when I was relatively
cute I could never play the damsel in distress card. No one cared. A flat tire on the side of the road - no prince, had to change it myself. Ran out of gas in the fast lane during rush hour - no pity, just angry honks and gestures. Once my car just quit on a rainy night and I had to hoof it someplace. I never hitch-hiked but was cold and drenched and figured if ever there was a time - a cop pulled over to tell me I was hitch-hiking on the wrong side of the road, but no lift to a phone booth.
Fast forward to my relatively not so cute age. Because of recent eye surgery my left eye is sewn shut. Then I get an infection on the upper lid and is now swollen and very red. I usually wear an eye patch in pubic so as not to gross anyone out.
After bringing Sophie home from vet visit I had to run back out and forgot the eye patch. I sat in the parking lot at the grocery store and said to h- - - with it, I want cream for my coffee tomorrow. So in I go.
I got the most sympathetic stares and many, "here dear, let me help you with that." After checking out and tootaling to my car, a woman came up to me and patted my hand. She then proceeded to slip something in the side pocket of my purse. "Here sweetie, you need this", and off she went. When I got in my car I looked to see what she gave me. It was a card for Victims Abuse Hot Line.
I'm sure there is a moral in here somewhere, but for now I'm posting the card on the refrigerator for hubs to see, then demanding dinner, wine and a foot rub.
