One of my co-workers had a brain injury when he was in the army. He walked with a cane, his face droops a little, and his speech is slurred. It irritates the hell out of me when customers talk to him in really loud voices, very slowly, like he was about two years old. He's smarter than me, damn it! He reads Dostoyevsky for fun!
Once a customer asked me what was wrong with him and I said, "He's kind of a smart aleck, but otherwise he's OK." And left it at that.
Once a customer asked me what was wrong with him and I said, "He's kind of a smart aleck, but otherwise he's OK." And left it at that.

and yet it is true that most people don't mind explaining what has happened to them if people ask them nicely.I remember a long time ago a customer came into the store I was working in and at first glance I could see he had a vicious scar right across his face, down to his neck and back along his forehead.
and
looks from people when they hear that...well, first that I'm almost 23, because I don't look like it with how tall I am (4'5" on a good day).
I'm quite proud of my weirdness)


Massive fail on part of the management. I weep for humanity right now.
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