The above article is really interesting in that it discusses something I think that a number of the blind population take advantage of every now and then. I have to admit the latter part of the article wasn’t quite as interesting as the beginning and the antics used by Damon to cut the queue. How often do we do things to gain some advantage…when being blind comes in handy. Let me give you a snippet:
“Whilst waiting for a blood test at my hospital last Friday morning, I did that fantastic queue jumping trick. You know the one? The one that you have no real control over but take a stab at anyway? The one where you look as disabled and useless as possible? The one where you speak in a small voice and try to look sad?
It was necessary. All’s fair in love and queuing. I was handed a bit of card with the number eighty-five on it as I walked into the extremely crowded and stuffy vampire’s lair.
I sat down, resigned to playing head games and setting myself occasional mental arithmetic challenges. What joy.
Happily the angels were smiling down on me because not five minutes later one of the nurses came over, stood in front of me and said: “I want you next.”
I like to think that my stay had been shortened thanks to the theatrical depressive slump into the waiting room chair but it was probably more because me and my guide dog were rather blocking the entrance (which, incidentally, was another deliberate ploy. A sub-ploy if you like).
I got to my feet a bit bashfully, pleased but feeling rather self conscious that I was going in ahead of people who had been there half the morning.
The woman who had been sitting next to me started up a bit of a wailing; vaguely mentioning something about unfairness – it was hard to tell. I walked faster whilst also trying to look ill. Yes I am definitely something of a weasel.”
Just a few thoughts to ponder.