I’m pretty sure my last post Go Oba… I mean, Go Vote, made one of my usual readers cancel his subscription to A Basque in Boise. But really, how shocked can anybody be to find out that I support the democratic and not a Mormon republican candidate after reading posts like this, for example?
Oh well, you can’t please everybody, but it made me sad. The last couple of weeks have sucked, I hate it, and I’m feeling way more sensitive than usual, with no escape at all. I’m not supposed to use Basque on the blog anymore and I had to kill Ines because she didn’t help. So I thought maybe I could talk about last night, before Basque class at the Museum, when I came face to face with an art display featuring Bilbao on my way out of the bathroom and I just lost it, but that’s kind of sad and fuck it if I’m going to get sucked into feeling sorry for myself by recounting the story. So instead, I’ll fall back onto what’s easy and natural: I’ll be a politically incorrect bitch.
I work out every day at the H-P gym on my lunch hour, and today was no exception. After I was done lifting weights, I headed for the showers which are located inside one of the women’s restrooms close to my cube. I opened the door and saw this woman slowly making her way out of the bathroom. I’ve seen her many times before cruising around on her motorized wheelchair – you know, like the ones Walmart has for fat people – making us all jump to the side, like she owned the aisles in all seven buildings. Anyway, I can be polite once in a while so I held the door open for her. Did she say “Thanks” to you for being considerate? Because sure as hell she didn’t to me. Still, I replied “You’re welcome, jeez!!”. What can I say? I’m nice that way.
I don’t know, maybe she uses the wheelchair because she’s sick and not because she’s fat, although it’s hard to tell. In any case, that shouldn’t be an excuse for rudeness.