Aren’t I The Lucky One?

The Luckiest People

Who was the first person you encountered today? Write about him or her.


I don’t mind catching the bus to work early in the morning.

It’s quiet, most of my fellow bus commuters are either asleep or on their phones or pretending to sleep so they don’t have to talk to the  person they’re sitting next to.

That’s fine with me.

But at my bus stop there is this person who thinks, I kid you not, that I am mentally disabled.

She’s mentioned it to the other people- who are actually friends of mine from the neighborhood  that ” The ” brown lady ”  is nice but sort of-” and then she taps the side of her head and says ” not very bright.”

I had noticed she’ll ask me a question and then answer it before I’m done. She talks really loud and slow and if anyone asks me a question directly she’ll answer it.

I couldn’t figure out what was going on, but my next door neighbor told me because she was going on about my obvious lack of intelligence and they were creeped out by it.

Eventually they stated getting to the stop just before the bus showed up to avoid talking to her.

That’s why, I learned I was alone with her so much.

So that’s usually the first person I see when I leave the house in the morning. She’s the first person I have to say ” hello” and ” good morning ” to.

A person who thinks I’m mentally retarded and will tell anyone who will listen to about the Retarded Lady she catches the bus with.

Beat that world.

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