I owe. Heres the story. A nicely dressed black woman about 50 in a wheelchair pushed by a very tall skinny grizzled 60s-ish white man in a skippers cap and colorful suspenders get on the J train. I am in the next seat over from the man, who is obviously a significant other and not just a caretaker (Ive been married for almost 30 years, so I know these things, especially from the way shes ordering him around). And down the aisle comes a mid-thirties Chinese kid with Downs syndrome, complaining to the couple about something like hes their kid. Right away the man and the kid are sparring like father and son about whos important, the man telling the kid I count and she counts, but you dont. The kid countered and they laughed while the woman periodically looked over her shoulder at her husband/boyfriend dissaproving, scoffing, rolling her eyes. And by the time I got off the train, the kid was saying when they got there, theyd all get in the tub. And the man said a hot tub and the kid said not, not a hot tub. And on and on they went. All this after a day when the masks of professionalism and convention showed their true colors and were transparent.
Posted on: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 01:30:31 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015