See No Evil, Hear No Evil?

Mary has a blind friend, Maggie. My dad hates when she comes around. He was very open with this information, citing that she, "Just sits there."

"Dad, do you find it weird to hate a blind person, I mean, they're already blind, do you feel guilty for thinking that she's boring?"

"Whoa, I never said I hated her, and no, I don't feel bad about hating a blind person."

"Awesome."

My dad gets roped into all kinds of stuff like this, and has no say about any of it, he just has to go along with my mom's every whim. Like when my mom has "prayer groups" at our house every few weeks. He just hides in his room and watches TV. But, the prayer group is another blog for another day....back to Maggie.

I hadn't met Maggie until last week. I came home and she was there for dinner. My mom 'whispered' to me "Go shake her hand!" Which I'm 100% certain she heard because it was DEAD silent when Mary said it and I'm sure blind people have some insane hearing superpowers, like bats do. Blind as a bat?

I went over and shook MaggieBat's hand.

She was cool, whatever, but could see how she'd be a bit of a downer. Not cuz of the blind thing, but because she pretty much just chilled while her seeing eye dog "Delilah" ran around like a bat outta hell...see bats.

The next day, I asked my mom how it went.

"Well, it was fun, but she pretty much just sits there."

Great. I'm glad we've all come to a consensus. Maggs could learn some jokes, maybe some blind jokes, start an addiction, step up her social skills, ya know?

Then tonight, I heard my mom on the phone with her. She kept saying her name. "What do you think, Maggie? Do you like him, Maggie?" I know, Maggie, its just like I said..."

Apparently Mary thinks blind means deaf and slow, too. When on the phone with her seeing friends, she never says their names that much.