I was getting into T-Hoe on Wednesday at 10Box, climbing up onto the running board, settling my ample rumpus onto the seat, before turning to pull my semi-bent knees inside. A masculine woman walked out, chatting with a balding man who turned to cross in front of T-Hoe. The Woman continued across the striped walkway, but stopped beside T-Hoe.
"SOMEBODY needs to buy you a lower car! To save you the trouble of getting in."
The Woman stepped over and closed T-Hoe's door.
THAT WAS A BIT MUCH!
I don't mind somebody making casual conversation in passing. Or even asking if I'm okay. But declaring that I'm not fit for T-Hoe, and actually touching the door, is TOO FAMILIAR FOR ME! She's not my keeper. Not a friend. Not even somebody I've met before.
MIND YA BIDNESS, WOMAN!
It's akin to escorting a little old lady across the street, when the little old lady didn't want to go across the street. I'm sure The Woman thought she was being nice. But it's not her business how I insert myself into T-Hoe, and if I want a different car. She might as well have declared that I need to ride upon a gurney, attended by paramedics, every time I go in to buy lottery tickets!
She might as well have pointed and laughed. I get into T-Hoe the best I can, with minimum pain to my joints. I don't need strangers judging me.
4 comments:
I agree it is far better for them to judge while walking past with their mouths firmly closed. But I have to admit I have had similar thoughts about you and your knees getting into and out of T-Hoe. I guess as long as you can manage without actually falling out, you'll be okay. The phrase out here is "nunya" as in nunya-bidnez.
River,
That lady meant well. It was not her intention to insult me, so I couldn't be rude to her. But I did not appreciate her judgment!
Once I'm in T-Hoe, I feel safe. It's comfortable. I know where all the gadgets are, even if some don't work. A-CAD is not as comfortable. A little too high for getting in without a running board. And there's about a 12-inch gap between the edge of the seat, and the frame of the car. That's because the armrest of the door takes up that room when it's closed. So I can't just slide out, but have to maneuver across that gap, and drag my legs against the frame of the car. AND there's a lip to get my feet up and over. Like a submarine door has.
I've used "nunya." Farmer H prefers: "It's on a need-to-know basis, and you don't need to know."
Actually, a low vehicle may prove to be harder to navigate entry and exit! When my back is acting up, I prefer to ride in the truck. It is far easier to go up and into the seat, than down and into the seat. So, to the woman who can't keep her mouth shut ... THERE!
Kathy,
Heh, heh! Maybe that woman was a used-car salesman!
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