Senselessly Insensitive

| Working | October 2, 2012

(My friend and I are customers at a cafe. Note that she is legally blind but sees vague shapes. We usually order together and I help her, but not this time. She has no problem asking for help, so it’s usually not an issue.)

My Friend: “I would like a tea, please.”

Barista: *hands her a cup of water* “Here you go. You get your tea over there.”

My Friend: “Where?”

Barista: “There!” *vaguely waves her hand*

My Friend: “I’m sorry, but could you be more specific, or maybe show me? You see, I’m—”


(At this point, the whole café has gone quiet. My friend smiles calmly.)

My Friend: “Yes. Yes, I am. Now, could you please show me where it is?”

(The barista turned bright red and didn’t know what to say. At this point, I had caught up to my friend and took her arm and led her to the tea. The barista? They ran into the kitchen, embarrassed.)

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