They were nice about it. They both commented on how the thing was overloaded with stuff. I rolled quickly away. Joe joined me and noticed the mess and I confessed to my part in knocking stuff over. I told him that the staff had been nice and it was all settled. A little later they strolled by and greeted both Joe and I saying the aisle was clear again if I wanted to continue shopping.
I didn't want to go anywhere near it.
The next day, we were back, again picking up stuff for dinner. I was rolling down one of the aisles and the woman from the day before approached me, from behind startling me, and said, "Don't go knocking things over again today!" I knew there was fun in her voice but sometimes my temper gets the better of my temperament and I was annoyed. I said, "It was an ACCIDENT." She nodded and rushed away.
I fumed a bit, decided to blog on this. "Come on," I thought, "let it go." I felt intruded upon. I felt singled out. I felt that everyone had heard her. My mood soured.
On our way to the car Joe said, "Oh, guess what, I saw the woman from yesterday and I said to her, 'The guy in the wheelchair is in the store today, prepare the clean up crew.'" He told me about how they both laughed.
She probably came to me after that conversation and continued the joke. Being friendly and all that. And me ... well I chose to read something very, very, very, different in the interaction.
Many of you remind me that I need to be careful about how I see situations and I listen to what you say. I try hard to be careful about how I 'see' what's happening around me.
This time I got it so wrong.
And I wasn't very nice.
Maybe sometimes when I anticipate prejudice I find it through being prejudiced myself.