It happened again yesterday. I was sitting in a Tim Horton’s with my mother and Alex (my youngest son who is Deaf and doesn’t eat much by mouth – he’s g-tube fed), and my mother and I were eating and drinking coffee. Alex, in his usual sociable way was looking around and smiling and waving at the other customers. Beside us were a pair of elderly ladies. They were enamoured of Alex, which is par for the course.
One of them observed Alex as he took his Timbit (a doughnut hole, for those of you who haven’t been in a Tim Horton’s in the last 20 years) and put it back in the bag. He wasn’t really interested in eating it as I knew he wouldn’t be. He just likes me to buy him something so he doesn’t feel left out… and at 20cents, I can’t complain.
The ensuing conversation went something like this:
Lady#1: Isn’t he going to eat that?
Me: No, he’s not hungry.
Lady#2: He’s very cute.
Me: And he knows it.
Lady#1: Maybe he’d like something else. A sundae maybe?
Me: (thinking ‘I’m glad he can’t hear you.’) No, he’s okay.
Lady#1: (to Alex) Aren’t you hungry?
Me: (signing to Alex) Are you hungry? (note: I could have signed ‘Are you a chicken?’ to ensure he’d say no, but his laugh would have given me away)
Alex: (shakes his head, no.)
Me: (to Lady#1) Nope, he’s not hungry.
Lady#2: How old is he, six?
Me: No, he’s 13.
Lady#1: Does he know sign language?
Me: (thinking ‘No, we just flail at one another and hope for the best’) Yes, he does.
Lady#1: Isn’t that nice. (She then proceeds to perform the sign for ‘please’.) “Love,” she says to Alex.
Lady#1: (to Lady #2) That means ‘love.’ (she signs ‘please’ again.)
Alex: (smiles and nods even though he’s totally confused)
Having strangers tell you to feed your child, in front of your child, makes me see red on the best of occasions. But I’ve gotta say, this one was amusing enough that I only saw pink.
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March 18, 2014 at 7:46 pm
I laughed. People are funnier when they aren’t happening to me 😉
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March 19, 2014 at 4:53 pm
Haha! Yeah, ain’t that the truth?
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March 16, 2014 at 2:46 pm
You’re awesome for keeping your composure. I probably would have expressed myself in red.
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March 16, 2014 at 6:10 pm
Ehhh, I’ve had it happen so many times. Sometimes they even pass him food without asking me first. Now THAT pisses me off.
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March 16, 2014 at 6:18 pm
I don’t blame you. That’s quite rude.
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March 16, 2014 at 6:20 pm
Yep, and pushy.
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March 16, 2014 at 1:41 pm
I tried your s-o-c game but I think I made a mistake with the pingback thingy. Here’s the link:
http://mylandrestorationproject.wordpress.com/2014/03/16/stream-of-consciousness-saturday-colour/
That was a fun exercise. I am looking forward to the next one.
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March 16, 2014 at 6:08 pm
Thanks again for joining! 😀
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March 16, 2014 at 1:28 pm
Hi Linda, thanks for sharing that anecdote. I have no idea of sign language and I don’t know Tim Horton’s either (hasn’t made its way to Britain yet, I am afraid) but I do know those well-meaning people. I have worked with disabled children and it is funny how often people plainly ignore them and only speak to the carer. Insofar this lady was quite good :-). Would have loved though to see your son giggling about the chicken ;-)….
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March 16, 2014 at 6:08 pm
Haha! Yeah – it would have either been a giggle or a look like, What? Are you nuts? Either way, I’d have been caught.
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March 16, 2014 at 1:21 pm
I am sorry you had to go through that. Yuk.
But : maybe lady #1 knew very well what she was doing. Maybe she wanted that timbit!!!!!
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March 16, 2014 at 6:06 pm
Haha! Maybe she did! I didn’t think of that!
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March 16, 2014 at 11:43 am
This is so good and so well told! My favorite part?
Me: (signing to Alex) Are you hungry? (note: I could have signed ‘Are you a chicken?’ to ensure he’d say no, but his laugh would have given me away)
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March 16, 2014 at 6:04 pm
It’s so true though! I often think about saying something to him that’s totally unrelated when people expect me to translate. I’m kinda wicked that way 😉
Thanks very much, my dear. 🙂
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March 16, 2014 at 11:34 am
I’m chuckling because I know a bit of American Sign Language, I majored in Deaf Studies in college. In my part of the woods ( NY) please and love are different hand signs. I could understand mixing up please and sorry. I would have been upset buti guess we should be grateful strangers still care enough and worry about children to say something at all. Working retail, i see such bad parenting and neglect daily and we’re not allowed to intervene unless its something health related.
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March 16, 2014 at 6:02 pm
Ugh, I mix up ‘sorry’ and ‘please’ all the time. Alex laughs at me. 😛 We had a girl in my ASL class whose name was ‘Jennider.’ Yeah, not really. haha I think by the end of the class she was ready to change her name to ‘Jen.’
I suppose you’re right — I’ve wanted to say things to parents before. But in the end it’s usually a case of, unless you’re in their shoes, you never really know. So unless I see a kid being beaten, I don’t feel it’s my place to say anything.
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March 15, 2014 at 6:56 pm
“Saw pink”
Never heard that one before. Too funny.
Great job keeping your cool. I would have been a real smart-ass I’m afraid.
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March 15, 2014 at 8:24 pm
Thanks, Lance 🙂
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March 15, 2014 at 3:57 pm
Wow. You told this anecdote so well, and your attitude is remarkably kind–I pray I’m never so outwardly ignorant, the woman seemed clueless about how rude she was. And your son must be remarkable too, to tolerate this sort of thing and remain a gentleman. God bless you both.
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March 15, 2014 at 8:15 pm
Thank you! My son is happy as long as someone is paying attention to him. He’s such a sociable little guy.
Thanks very much for the comment. 🙂
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March 15, 2014 at 9:24 pm
I gather you’re in Canada, wondering which part–as I’m in north Seattle, WA area.
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March 15, 2014 at 10:27 pm
I’m a looong way away from BC. I’m a couple of hours from Toronto.
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March 15, 2014 at 10:31 pm
Toronto’s good too, I’m sure!
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March 16, 2014 at 7:48 am
Ehhh… I do love the Rockies. 🙂
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March 15, 2014 at 3:17 pm
We don’t have Tim Horton’s here 😦
OK, that out of the way, how bizarre. We just had a strange encounter at 7-Eleven with trying to give directions to someone. It was annoying but in a pink way, M and I were completed befuddled by the time the person we were helping left.
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March 15, 2014 at 8:10 pm
Sounds like you were the one needing directions in the end. haha
Sorry about your lack of Tim’s though 😦
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March 15, 2014 at 11:45 am
Your story made me think of this:
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March 15, 2014 at 5:02 pm
Hahahaha! Yep, that’d be about right. 😉
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March 15, 2014 at 11:42 am
The world always seems to have surprises in store, even of the pink kind. You handled the situation perfectly.
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March 15, 2014 at 4:58 pm
Thanks, Vic. Takes all kinds, eh? 🙂
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March 15, 2014 at 5:01 pm
Indeed 🙂 Hope the remainder of your week was incident-free x
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March 15, 2014 at 8:23 pm
Ehhh, it makes life interesting. 🙂
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March 15, 2014 at 10:25 am
So you signed to your son to ask if he was hungry, he signs no and THEN they ask if he can use sign language. That is deeply and sincerely stupid.
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March 15, 2014 at 11:29 am
Right? I thought the exact same thing. It happens more than you’d think possible though.
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March 15, 2014 at 10:25 am
They didn’t understand, why he was not eating. Take it easy Linda, at least they did care.
I did ping back and did link directly to your post yesterday, as you wrote we should do.
Irene
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March 15, 2014 at 11:28 am
Yes, I suppose they had caring going for them…
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March 15, 2014 at 10:20 am
OH! Linda you are so patient!! I’d of been so scarcastic but of course that would of hellpped the situation. What do I know anyway! Your a star!! xxxx
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March 15, 2014 at 11:27 am
🙂 I think it’s more a matter of having gotten used to it. 😛
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March 15, 2014 at 1:28 pm
Yes I am sure it is.
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March 15, 2014 at 7:25 pm
🙂
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