I ignored it the first time. I just let it slide by. The guy didn't mean any harm, so why not?
Tiffani and I were sitting in the AT&T store. We were the only customers in the store. My phone died, so I was forced to get a new one. (It's fabulous.)
We were chatting with the AT&T rep as he worked on our new contract. We were talking about how difficult it is to obtain a driver's license in the state of Virginia. "It's retarded!" he said. And I let it slide. "It really is ridiculous" I replied.
Tiffani left, I stayed. It seemed to be taking a really long time, but I had no choice. We continued to talk. He asked about Tiffani (big surprise) and I told him about all of my kids. He was shocked. "You have a 23 year old, a 22 year old and a 3 year old?"
We talked some more, this time about moving to Northern Virginia. How we both had a hard time adjusting to the area at first. He said, "It's crazy around here. Retarded." This time I couldn't stay quiet. "Well," I said, "I wouldn't say retarded, but it was difficult."
He just looked at me.
I decided to get internet service on my new phone. I was surprised when he told me how inexpensive it was. I explained to him that it would come in handy to me. How awesome it would be to check my e-mail while waiting for Lila. After school, during therapy sessions. He looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Therapy? For a 3 year old?" (Interesting how therapy sessions are just a way of life for us yet it all sounds so foreign to others.)
I told him that Lila has Down Syndrome. "What?" he asked. So I told him again. "Down Syndrome". "Oh," he said. "I'm sorry."
I told him what I always say when people say they are sorry. "Don't be. She's awesome!" And I proceeded to tell him about her. I showed him her picture. Again, he looked shocked. "She's cute! Wow. She's really cute."
And then he said, "Good for you! Good for you and your family."
I have to agree. Good for us.