A total stranger said this to me tonight as I shepherded the Roc from our favorite natural food store:
“Whew! Looks like someone needs to be sent to Miss Rose’s bootcamp. He sure wouldn’t act like THAT anymore. He needs some discipline. He might have a sore bottom when he got home, but he’d shape up for sure.”
I gave “Miss” Rose my best death glare and cut her off at her “for sure” and said with just a bit (catch that sarcasm?) of venom in my voice:
“It’s Autism.” “It’s Autism.”
She got into her car and I buckled the Roc into his car seat and gave him a big kiss. I thought of all things I could have, should have said to “Miss” Rose, but didn’t.
Her rude and ignorant behavior didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. I guess this cold weather is toughing up my skin. We’ll see how I feel when the weather gets warmer. Maybe I’ll be more willing to have it out with someone in a parking lot when my fingers aren’t completely white and useless. (Damn Raynaud’s syndrome, or as my sister calls it “the phenomenon.”)
It’s just a fact of life.
Some people suck.