OK, you should have seen it.
I left work a bit early because Joe had to go get his eyes tested and had been told that he wouldn't be able to drive for several hours after the dreaded drops had been dropped. The optomitrist is in an area that is normally accessible but the road in front of the accessible entrance has been torn up so I was unable to go with him. Instead we went along the underground mall as far as the stairs and I pulled into a little tea shop there to wait.
The shop is very accomodating and moved tables around so I could sit and sip my Egyptian Cammomile tea (you haven't lived) while reading my book, stopping occasionally to watch people stream by. I got a call about forty-five minutes in and Joe was saying that he was on his way and for me to wait for him by the stairs. He stumbled out saying that his eyes were still sensitive to light and he just wanted to get home.
Once outside the light was way too bright so he just took the handles behind me and asked me to drive slowly. He then closed his eyes and I lead him home, telling him when we were going over rough terrain. Several people noted me leading Joe along the street in a rather odd manner.
It was funny because it was like they didn't know who to pity more, the cripple who could see or the blind guy who could walk. I fought smirking as I knew their minds were going through contortions as they worked through thier feelings regarding our perceived disabilities contrasted with our obvious independance.
One person, at a light with us, couldn't stop himself. He muttered, 'It makes you think, it really makes you think.'
You know the irony is ... I wish it did.