Ambassador Thwack and the Stupid Ray

Ambassador Thwack and the Stupid Ray?

Is this more bad science fiction?

Uhhhh, Noooo. It's just RantWoman and Ambassador Thwack the Badly Behaved White Cane...

...(shhhhh!) buying fast food
RantWoman realizes it probably confuses people that RantWoman and Ambassador Thwack get in the door unaided, but RantWoman is always mystified by clerks who see RantWoman and Ambassador Thwack together and STILL just point and mumble when RantWoman asks about the menu. RantWoman realizes she gets to be glad to be able to make reasonable assumptions about the directions they are pointing.

OR

...minding our own business at a bus stop
RantWoman knows she is supposed to be grateful for offers to pray over herself. RantWoman knows she is supposed to be grateful to need to admit to enough vision that people are tempted to show RantWoman various sorts of festering sores and disagreeable wounds. Can anyone imagine why RantWoman might find gratitude a challenge in such situations?

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...getting ONTO the bus and needing to have some verbal exchange with the driver. RantWoman knows a whole lot of drivers who are good at nodding and grunting. RantWoman cannot see the nod and has no idea how to interpret the grunting. MAYBE all the new talking buses will somehow modearate Ambassador Thwack's stupid ray around bus drivers.

RantWoman supposes she needs further testing of the talking buses, for instance on routes she is not already familiar with. RantWoman's impression: unless the cord is pulled, the bus by default only calls stops at major intersections. This is going to do NOTHING for those "time to pray" moments when RantWoman is riding with a driver who is brand new on the route and RantWoman needs to figure out how to get off between major intersections she herself does not even know how to identify. Bus passengers CAN be helpful, but RantWoman thinks it's disrespectful of people involved, drivers and passengers to treat the drivers like substitutable widgets without any regard for route knowledge and customer service finesse. Plus RantWoman's life is already plenty rich in "time to pray" moments.

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walking along the street minding our own business
http://rantwomanrsof.blogspot.com/2011/07/healed-blessed-jesus.html

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...attempting to cross the street with the Light, paying decent attention to laws of physics, light and weather conditions, known traffic patterns and what RantWoman considers common sense even if that might or might not be as common as RantWoman would hope.

RantWoman actually is able to fend off a decent percentage of the pedestriating public's urges to grab the blind person and drag them across a street without any regard for where the blind person actually wants to go. But even RantWoman was not able to fend off one well-dressed woman in a big hat and high heels she was tottering on. RantWoman was trying to cross a street in an area where traffic was already messed up because of the very event RantWoman had come to visit. Ms. Tottery Heels stopped her car, left her doors open, tottered hurriedly up to RantWoman and insisted on dragging RantWoman across the street in the dark in front of headlights and cars turning every which way. RantWoman was speechless--and the situation really called for a lecture. Consider it delivered belatedly!

...and please world, more silent prayers that Ambassador Thwack manages not to go all Percussive Pedagogy around these challenging Stupid Ray moments.