At least a couple three times a week a gentleman of about sixty is at my bus stop as I walk up. He uses one of those three pronged canes for balance and is very friendly. Like many his age he has learned enough about life to know that a sunny disposition takes you farther. As well, he offers a bit too much sage advice for so early in the morning. This is my problem and not his of course. It's just early. This morning's advice was about patience. I should have been listening more intently but... Any way on the whole he is a very pleasant fellow and it is always nice to run in to him.
As we stood waiting more than a few cars zoomed by on their way to their day. It was only after a while that I noticed that people in the cars were giggling, laughing and even pointing in our direction. Some appeared as if they were viewing a creature from another planet or something. It took me a while to figure out what was going on. I looked at the gentleman and myself for clues. Was one or both of our flies down? Had a bird pooped on my bald head? What was it? An then it hit me. The gentleman is no more than four feet tall. I was suddenly filled with embarrassment and anger. What moronic jackasses people can be. How is a person's height cause for ridicule, curiosity or pointing and laughter? I felt really bad. The gentleman noticed and said, "it's alright, it does not bother me anymore." Then I felt worse when I started to think that he must go through this all day every day. He smiled and added that his brother was 6' 6". "What he must go through," he added.
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