My friend Jan and I frequently look at each other and say "I just don't get people". I think there are a lot of other people out there with the same feeling of confusion with our fellow man.
The night before we left Denver we went to see The Shining at Red Rocks. We were told that the best way to see the rocks was to go to a show. So we got tickets to Film on the Rocks, a night with a band, comedian and a movie. It was great even though we didn't know all the tricks.
The gates opened at 6:00pm. People brought coolers with picnics, blankets and pillows (the tricks we didn't know). They staked out their real estate on the seats and chatted while picnicking, great atmosphere. It reminded me of when my parents would pack us into the back of the station wagon with our sleeping bags and snacks and we would head to the drive-in. We were having a great time people watching and and listening to the band when a couple from a group of Red Hat ladies sitting behind us got up to walk around. When they got back this ladywith the red baseball cap jumped down on the seat next to DD. Well, she wasn't very graceful and lost her balance, fell back and sat with her full weight on DD's shoulder. DD who is 5'4" and weighs somewhere around 97 pounds. Now I know in this picture
DD LOOKS like she is holding up the balancing rock at the Garden of the Gods :-), but her little bones were not meant to hold that much weight. The lady mumbled "oh sorry" and proceeded to pitch her weight forward and trip over her cooler stumble, trip again and finally land on her butt in her own seat. Now here is the part I don't get. DD is sitting there in tears and rolling her shoulder. Everyone else around is looking at her with concern and asking if she is OK and the lady never even made eye contact or asked if she was alright. I totally understand it was an accident and I totally understand she was probably very embarrassed, but COME ON she is old enough to take responsibility for herself and the things she does. DD is a dancer and makes her living with her body. She has no health insurance except when the ballet is in session and I had visions of her not being able to lift her arm for work (I know gloom and doom, but I have one of those minds that runs through all scenarios good to bad. It's a curse.). I wanted to go ask for her name and phone number in case there was any lasting damage, but DD wouldn't let me. Luckily, DD seems to be fine, but what if she hadn't been? Is it just me? What would you have done?