The Invisible Man Meets The Invisible Woman
I have mentioned many times on my invisibility. People look right through me. It is not like they are ignoring me – they just don’t sense my presence. It is probably because I am a quiet and mild nature… Who would notice a bump on a log?
never-the-less, I get heated up deep down in the pits of my soul when I feel I am being overlooked.
The latest case of me being ignore (that I know of) last week I was taking something back at Wal-Mart. When I entered the Customer Service area there were three people in front of me. I politely waited my turn. A man came up behind me and was yaking on his cell-phone and must not have noticed me.
Then, a lady came up in a store-electric wheelchair – or whatever they are called – “turn-abouts”? and got behind the man on the cell phone. When he said his goodbye’s he looked and saw her in line (at least she was sitting). One of the Customer Service ladies said, “Next!” He turned around to the lady in the machine with wheels and told her to go on, no sense for her to have to wait. And she pressed forward and went on. Then, another lady said “Next” and he went – and there I stood standing, still at the head of the line.
Then the third lady said “Next” and I was teed off. As I walked up to the counter I motioned with my hands and said “Those two broke in front of me!” The clerk politely changed the subject.
Today I took Willow to the dog park off Steinhaur Road. A lady came up to me and Willow and bent over and petted Willow and said, “Hi Willow!” After talking to her a few minutes I realized we have talked before at the dog park. But, I don’t remember her at all. Usually, since I feel I am on the outside looking in I remember people and details about them. Not this time.
An invisible person of the opposite sex?