Made it through my teens (plus almost 3 decades) with nary a scrape requiring the intervention of a single mall cop, never mind, you know, THREE. 🙄🙄🙄 Long story, well, still stupidly long: After meeting my daughter over her break tonight, I could not find my car to save my life and (amid an especially rude flare of hip pain, fibro-fog, and a whole lotta rain) finally presented my mortified and, by then fairly drenched self to the first cop I could find, and babbled confusedly to him about my predicament. (Between his apparent hearing impairment and my awkward disability shuffle, we made something of a spectacle. But I digress.) Finally, he passed me off to a second cop, who left me in the car (with the flashing lights on and everything!) for what seemed like 10 minutes but was probably more like two, until a third could be summoned, because of course THIS HAD TO HAPPEN DURING A SHIFT CHANGE. Mall cop #3, then, patiently chauffeured me about the giant lot until—at last!—my tiny teacup of a Smart car had the decency to reveal itself. (IT WAS RIGHT WHERE I LEFT IT! Who knew?!). If my "disoriented white lady on a cane" schtick, involuntary as it all was, meant even one less shopper of color was needlessly stalked about the various stores, I'd call that… mmm, a very modest silver lining. Moral of the story, maybe, is simply that I should AVOID MALLS WHENEVER POSSIBLE (which I kind of already knew?), and (above snark notwithstanding) I probably owe these guys 🍩🍩🍩 or something, THE END. __ #ohlawd #fibromyalgia #fibrofog #winning #disability #intersectionalitytango #rain #lostlikeaboss (at Clackamas Town Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bpdek9FAq99/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=79n735qcxgtp
