As I walked in today's frigid tundra, I noticed about a half block ahead, a person "parked" in the middle of the southbound driving lane. Vehicle after vehicle swerved to miss who I could now clearly see was an elderly white gentleman on a burgundy motorized scooter. Across the street was a corner store, and a funeral home parking lot on my side.
I wasn't sure what to think. I walked slowly past as people walking and in cars appeared curious, yet no one approached the man. Well, you know yours truly... I walked over to the man and said. " Sir, are you alright?" He told me that he was okay, but couldn't get his scooter over the snow bank. I asked if I could help? He repeated that he was "fine," but this time added that he was waiting for his caregiver, as he pointed towards the store.
I looked over in the direction of where he pointed, and noticed a 35-ish black woman walking towards us with a "I'll cut a b!tch" expression. She glared at me, and I have seen the look before. It was as if to say "Why aren't you minding your own F-ing business." The look was so harsh that I looked away.
Then, old man started up his scooter, and motored forward. He thanked me as he got going. He now 75 yards ahead of me. I looked behind me, and the caregiver was 75 yards behind me.
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