It is very cold today. I wore a down parka with a fur-trimmed hood. Fur-trimming is functional because it helps keep snow out of your face. And coyote trim is not ethically problematic if you regard eating eggs and wearing wool as acceptable, since coyotes are killed by farmers for preying on their flocks and herds.
Nevertheless, at 79th and Lexington, at night, a woman came up to me to yell: “Did you know you are wearing a dead dog?” I should have had the presence of mind to tell her she was right, it was a former pet.
I had tripped on my shoelaces in the Atlanta airport on January 1 and landed so hard on both knees that I am surprised I didn’t break anything. But it made a hip problem that was well on its way to being fixed by physical therapy vastly worse. I’m in pain a fair bit of the time1, an operation is not warranted, but no one seems to have an answer.
The woman noticed I was favoring one leg and proceeded to follow me down the street to taunt me. I’ve blanked out precisely what she said since it brought back memories of how I was often verbally attacked by other kids when I was a child, but she yelled about my limping and was clearly trying to make it into some sort of curse.
Needless to say, it ruined my evening and was counterproductive, since I’m not going to let someone bully me into complying.
1 Please don’t offer suggestions. I know you mean well, but they are not helpful and are depressing on top of that.