Whenever my husband and I go to a live sporting event or a concert, we get there early to avoid the crowd, who mostly ignore my mobility cane. For the same reason, when the encore is done or the players have hit the locker room, we wait at our seats until the venue empties out before we make our departure.
After a recent show, we stood at our seats to stretch our legs before heading to the car. I unfolded my cane in preparation of our leaving. As a gentleman walked up the steps, he said to my husband, who was at the aisle seat, “Good luck.” Mister Rain thanked him, while I stood there startled. Had the man just offered his best wishes to my husband because the woman he was with – me – was blind? More shocked than upset, it barely registered that Mister Rain had turned to me. “Ready to go?,” he asked.
Coming out of my surprised stupor, I saw and remembered that he was wearing a Phillies t-shirt. The team would be playing in its first playoff game of the season the next evening. That is what the gentleman intended when he had offered my husband good luck.
It’s so true what they say, that people are not looking or thinking about you. They are concerned with their own stuff.
And sports.
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