Recently, I spent some time with a friend. I don’t want to use his real name, so I’ll just call him Dexter. Not because he reminds me of a serial killer, it’s just the first name that popped into my mind.
Dex and I had been outside communing with nature. As we headed back to the house, he gallantly offered me his arm. I placed my hand in the crook of his arm and we started to walk towards the house.
“This is nice,” I said. “It’s like how you would lead a blind person.”
I closed my eyes as we continued to walk. “This is cool. I’ve got my eyes closed and you’re leading me. Sometimes when I dance salsa with a good lead, I like to close my eyes. It is such a wonderful feeling to trust…”
BAM! I walked into a tree.
“You led me into a tree?”
“I didn’t think you’d keep your eyes closed,” Dex said.
“I told you my eyes were closed. I was talking about trust and you led me into a tree. I can’t believe you would lead a blind person into a tree!”
“You’re not blind.” He was stifling a laugh which could be an indication of a slightly sadistic streak. Clearly, I needed to rethink his serial killer potential.
“I was pretending to be blind.”
“But you’re not blind.”
“You’re not very trustworthy,” I said.
“I’m very trustworthy.”
“You can’t be trusted to lead blind people.”
“Of course I can lead blind people.”
“You led me into a tree!”
“You’re not blind!”
I think this is why blind people get seeing eye dogs.
So, Dexter cannot be trusted and thank God you are not blind!
He’s trustworthy when it counts, though he can be a practical joker! And yes, I’m grateful for all of my senses!!! Thanks for reading, Gwen.
Please let Dex know I am a tree hugger and I do not appreciate the force with which he let you hit that tree – any bark missing ?
I did end up with a tiny bit of bark on my head, but no permanent damage to the tree! Thanks for reading, Jennifer.
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