I’m an Asshole, Too: In Which I Nibble On Some Crow
I recently found myself in the elevator with someone high up in the organization I work for. We don't know each other, but we've exchanged pleasantries before. A hello, how are you, nice weather -- office chat. That day was different, though, because he had a large, complicated sling with a padded wedge holding his arm at a specific angle off of his body. I felt it required acknowledgement but didn't want to be so bold as to ask what happened. So what did I say? "Well, that's a bold new accessory!" And as I did so, I realized I'm an asshole, too. I don't think I offended this gentleman or that I was out of line. I definitely was participating in the sort of jokey, vague comment that I complained about in my last post, though. I try to greet the awkward/repeated comments of strangers/acquaintances regarding my scooter in the spirit in which they’re offered -- a way of acknowledging my situation through friendly small talk. Within 24 hours of my ...