Dark-Half
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Not sure if this is the proper place but there was one time that just stuck to me-
I was walking around in a flea market just enjoying everything there was to look at, I come up to this booth and look around, well this guy had guns on display. Me being a collector and 18 at the time asked him If I could look at the old colt model as seeing that he was an adult nearby. The guy was a grumpy old bastard, you could tell his tone by his facial expression that he spoke to me in a mean way. After he said no and the lot, I understood and left it at that as seeing you have to be 21 to purchase guns but I only wanted to look =/
Anyways I look at the rest of the stuff he has to offer, my back turned to him, there was this little range-finder that other people picked up and looked at, It was an antique and caught my interest, so I pick it up and look at it, of course I wasn't even doing it any harm such as touching the lens, then I procede to look through it, moments later the old fogey nabs it right from my face, it freakin hurt my nose/cheekbone. He was all grouchy barking at me and wobbling, I didn't see what exactly I did wrong. It's probably he stereotyped me as a brat/punk which is fine, although I'm not even close to that he probably thought I'd break it or such. I was kinda well angry at him being such a prick so I snapped at him and made a quite fool of myself :P and just left. After I got home I just thought back on the events and broke down abit. It's hard enough not being able to hear, I frankly don't blame the guy cause he probably didn't know I couldn't hear him although he didn't have to be such a prick and jerk the item out of my hands embarrassing me.
That's the only moment in my life where being deaf really really really SUCKED. Everyone else I ever met and held a conversated with were quite friendly, and actually took the time to write stuff down or repeat phrases so I could understand.
I was walking around in a flea market just enjoying everything there was to look at, I come up to this booth and look around, well this guy had guns on display. Me being a collector and 18 at the time asked him If I could look at the old colt model as seeing that he was an adult nearby. The guy was a grumpy old bastard, you could tell his tone by his facial expression that he spoke to me in a mean way. After he said no and the lot, I understood and left it at that as seeing you have to be 21 to purchase guns but I only wanted to look =/
Anyways I look at the rest of the stuff he has to offer, my back turned to him, there was this little range-finder that other people picked up and looked at, It was an antique and caught my interest, so I pick it up and look at it, of course I wasn't even doing it any harm such as touching the lens, then I procede to look through it, moments later the old fogey nabs it right from my face, it freakin hurt my nose/cheekbone. He was all grouchy barking at me and wobbling, I didn't see what exactly I did wrong. It's probably he stereotyped me as a brat/punk which is fine, although I'm not even close to that he probably thought I'd break it or such. I was kinda well angry at him being such a prick so I snapped at him and made a quite fool of myself :P and just left. After I got home I just thought back on the events and broke down abit. It's hard enough not being able to hear, I frankly don't blame the guy cause he probably didn't know I couldn't hear him although he didn't have to be such a prick and jerk the item out of my hands embarrassing me.
That's the only moment in my life where being deaf really really really SUCKED. Everyone else I ever met and held a conversated with were quite friendly, and actually took the time to write stuff down or repeat phrases so I could understand.