Questions I hate being asked
One of the Twitter hashtags currently trending today, #questionsIhatebeingasked reminded me of a “conversation” I had with a random guy last summer. It was irritating at the time, and when I remember it, it’s still irritating. It went like this:
*Annie hobbles up some stairs with her stick*
*Annie doesn’t realise he’s talking to her because she can’t see out of her right eye.
*Annie still doesn’t realise.
Random: Errrr…can you understand what I am saying to you?
*Annie realises. Turns.
Annie: Oh, hello.
Random: You seem to be struggling up those steps.
Annie: So it seems.
Random: You poor thing.
Annie: Not really.
Random: It must be really hard for you.
Annie: It’s nothing new. I’m used to it.
*We get to the top of the stairs.
Random: So… (gestures to my hand and my walking stick) what happened to you, then?
Annie: I think that’s a bit of a personal question.
Random: Oh. Won’t you tell me?
Annie: I don’t think it’s really any of your business.
*Annie turns to go.
Random: But I’m sorry for you.
Annie: (bristles) OK. Bye.
Random: Sorry, anyway. (Gestures again to my hand).
…. What a ?!*%$!?&!