My idiot car decided to stop working today at a stop light. Then, with the actions of turning it off, waiting a minute, and rubbing my tummy and head at the same time, it started up again.
I had a few errands to run for my mom who was sick with some weird flu virus (probably the Swine—Damn them pigs!) I had to go grocery shopping, which, of course, I was completely broke because my car payment (that hasn’t really hasn’t been paying off—my car is a death trap on wheels) took up all my cash. My used car came from a history, no doubt of drug deals and nights at the drive-in.
As a pulled up to the closest ATM, I looked to screen, ready to get the cash and go.
I punched the buttons, quickly, as a sign caught my eye, in small print: Audio Assistance for the Visually Impared.
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What? “Visually Impared”? How the hell are “visually impared” supposed to see with their visual imparments the sign that says there is assistance for them, the visually impared?