As some of you know, for the past several years I’ve been recovering from a series of bone fractures. Four years healing, now, from my original fall.
So…you may also know that I use a big walking stick. It’s nothing that I want to use, but something I promised my husband I would and so I do.
I was using it, yesterday, while attending one of my many medical appointments – that every day stuff I don’t put here… anyways, I was using it then when I over heard the following conversation:
The Waiting Room After Kavanaugh/Ford Hearings
An elderly male patient, his caregiver, myself, my friend, and others were seated in the waiting room of a medical office.
The elderly male patient checks himself in and takes a seat next to his caregiver and promptly says: I want to talk about what’s been happening in the news this week about this Kavanaugh thing.
The caregiver says to the elderly patient: I just want you to know that we had easy peasy girls like that in my high school, too. (More public locker room talk, I suppose? Thanks, Pres. Trump.)
My friend, myself and another woman look at each other and raise our eyebrows and roll our eyes.
OMG! I clutched my cane and was only held back by the memory of my first husband’s voice – after I’d shot the bird out of the car window at some idiot driver – telling me he would not come to claim my body if I were to be killed shooting the bird.
So…when I left the room, I went out of my way to avoid the caretaker.
But 😛 I forgot my cane in the doctor’s exam room and had to return for it. Then I did pass by that caretaker. He didn’t move his feet out of the way so I or anyone else could pass. I smiled at him, slightly lifted my cane, and placed it on the floor on the other side of his feet. Ever so sweetly, of course, though I did feel goaded.
Just hours before, I’d been hoping that the Ford/Kavanaugh hearings would open the way for teenagers to talk with their parents more about what doesn’t have to be a right of passage into adulthood.
I still hope for this. And I believe, if one is being vetted for the highest court in our land, one’s past actions – and how one speaks to them – would matter.