People are smiling at me. People don't normally smile at me, they scowl, eye me suspiciously or just ignore me. What is the cause of this sudden turn of fortune I hear you ask. And even if you don't, I'll tell you anyway.
I am limping, with a Leki pole, a grimace and one unbending leg. Like a cast-off from a Pirates of the Caribbean film. The reason, in a continuing story of a man gone to the dogs, is Bursitis: Housemaids knee.
I noticed this strange phenomena as I pegged my way back from the physio appt. needing to get a bus. Mothers with small children smilingly herded the little scurrying critters away from my gammy leg, someone on the bus got up from their seat with a smile, random strangers stepped smilingly around me hogging the whole pavement with my windswept sideways tack.
It's disconcerting; I've tried smiling back but I suspect I'm just baring my teeth in a grimace and it's tiring too, I'm not the bonhomie type. If I have to go out again, I shall wear a cap and keep my head down so I don't have to put up with people smiling at me.
This message is to warn you not to smile at people with limps. I can almost certainly tell you on their behalf, they don't want you too.
Still, better than the bloke with a suitcase, steam rollering down the pavement with the damn thing bouncing and hopping like it was about to derail. he missed me thanks to a judicious hop on my good leg but I was unable to pivot fast enough to belt the twunt with my stick.
I am limping, with a Leki pole, a grimace and one unbending leg. Like a cast-off from a Pirates of the Caribbean film. The reason, in a continuing story of a man gone to the dogs, is Bursitis: Housemaids knee.
I noticed this strange phenomena as I pegged my way back from the physio appt. needing to get a bus. Mothers with small children smilingly herded the little scurrying critters away from my gammy leg, someone on the bus got up from their seat with a smile, random strangers stepped smilingly around me hogging the whole pavement with my windswept sideways tack.
It's disconcerting; I've tried smiling back but I suspect I'm just baring my teeth in a grimace and it's tiring too, I'm not the bonhomie type. If I have to go out again, I shall wear a cap and keep my head down so I don't have to put up with people smiling at me.
This message is to warn you not to smile at people with limps. I can almost certainly tell you on their behalf, they don't want you too.
Still, better than the bloke with a suitcase, steam rollering down the pavement with the damn thing bouncing and hopping like it was about to derail. he missed me thanks to a judicious hop on my good leg but I was unable to pivot fast enough to belt the twunt with my stick.
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