the other day i saw it in the grocery store. a woman with a loud child, a little boy. Probably autistic or asperger's, about 7 or 8, crying a lot. She's also got another one, about 4 or 5.
She's trying to buy food and flowers for someone, Mother's day coming up and all. Trying to keep him quiet to avoid disturbing all the shoppers without disabled children. Giving him hugs and trying to calm him. I want to tell her, "It's only noise. Their opinions about you and him don't mean shit." But I, too, stick to the script. I don't know her so that would be inappropriate.
She gets in line and the clerk drops a jar of pickles from the customer just ahead of her. Pickle juice and shards added to her long list of stressors. She says? "For once it's not me who did something like that." Then she continues soothing her son, keeping the other one out of the broken glass.
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