Tuesday, August 25, 2015
(not written in 'Ms.Cranky' style, but, ...., thanks for looking, good stuff. mpk)
We couldn’t both get down the sidewalk at the same time, so I waited. I had a cart and three loads of clothes from the Laundromat that I was dying to get down the street and up to my apartment.
But, they, the adults and dog in-between really took their time, oh, she saw me waiting. And, she could have told the man but she was busily talking to him though he was absorbed by his phone screen and not paying any attention to her. She could easily have told him to move a little quicker as I waited and waited some more.
But he could have cared about her or anyone as he surveyed his contraption and walked as slowly as he wanted.
When the man finally looked up from his phone to walk past me, I thought he’d apologize, say, ‘sorry, or excuse me.’ I would have. But, instead there was just this straight stare at me, quite hostile actually; maybe he thought I shouldn’t have been ‘allowed’ on his sidewalk.
Later I wondered who raised people like this?; who raised people to be so self-absorbed, so non-caring of other people’s lives; maybe they saw my grey hair and thought I was retired --- hah, like that will ever happen. And, even if I could be retired, I might still be real busy.
But, besides wondering who raised these people, mostly, I worried about the little dog stuck in the middle of them. She deserved better. She seemed a very sweet doggie, if a bit confused by being very ignored.
He weighed me on the scales and said “Good for you;” I had seen him many times before when I came to the doctor. I laughingly explained --- “All I had to do was stop walking down the Dove chocolate aisle of the local CVS and 6 lbs. fell off in a month!” I was sitting up on the metal table by now.
He then tied me up to the blood pressure machine and started it. I watched the machine --- good --- my blood pressure was well within the norm. I knew how to read the machine.
And, it was a good thing I did because three minutes later I was still tied up to it and had memorized my blood pressure readings over and over. By then, the young tech had received a call and was busily reading his phone which had a photo of a pretty young lady on it. He smiled while reading, ignored me some more, then, still smiling, started texting back.
By now, I figured I’d had enough of this, extricated myself from the machine, got down from the table and hollered back to him my readings as I went out the door. I doubt he heard.
At least, he had forgotten to charge me my ridiculous co-pay!
Amazing. And my acquaintance is worried ‘the Chinese are taking over the world’??? Well, it wouldn’t be hard to take over this world. And this is why our new rip-off health plan upped my co-pay and cut my benefits??? --- no more eyeglasses for you dearie, no more preventive medicine for you, oh, and your blood pressure? --- it’s good you know how to read it by yourself.
I was happily swinging my bag while walking across Court Street in Brooklyn, happy because I was on my way to the great bread bakery (which also had cookies!). I waited for the light, walked out into the crosswalk carefully and noted a police car slowly coming out of the street across from me.
I walked merrily along, anticipating just a few cookies for later but as I walked more into the street, I noticed that the police car from the side street turning in --- just kept coming into the intersection, slowly, thank God, but it was NOT STOPPING, not stopping for the pedestrian (me) in the crosswalk.
My mood quickly changed from merry to panic and my bag stopped swinging as I saw the grille of the police car very close to me and realized the police car was not going to stop.
Screaming, I was able to jump out of the path of the oncoming police car. Aren’t police people supposed to protect you from reckless drivers and not be them? What is wrong with this picture???
The driver opened his window and very nonchalantly murmured to me --- “Sorry, we were looking at something,” --- ‘something’?, ‘we’?, why we??? And why the driver??? Why was the driver ‘looking at something’ when his colleague could look at it??? Couldn’t one police person drive and the other ‘look’?
And, could anyone have bothered, maybe, to look at me??? --- me, the pedestrian about to be run over in her own neighborhood, in a crosswalk, with the green light by people she once trusted and whose taxes she gladly pays for???
I saw the policewoman in the passenger seat next to the driver with a another contraption in her lap. There didn’t seem to be an emergency, they were just moseying along, peaceful as could be, except for almost killing someone.
I never cry, ever, ask anybody who knows me --- unless a pet is sick and then I cry all over the place. But, there I was on Court Street outside my favorite bakery, holding close the bag I had just a bit ago been swinging so merrily, crying my heart out, trying to focus on the bread in the window but realizing, instead, I had gotten way too close to not being around to buy bread or anything else and I would have been downed by the very people who hand out tickets for what they had just done.
Your thoughts are greatly, warmly welcomed.
Posted by ms. cranky at 5:38 PM