Road crews have been working on a section of our street corner all day. When I went out to wait for my daughter's bus, as I always do when my husband is not there (my son moves the ramp to the front, which he could not do two years ago; his bus arrives earlier and at our door rather than a half block away), the work crew began physically mimicking me and making fun of me. In front of my kids.
Telling them they work with my mother-in-law did not stop them. It made it worse. (No, she would not gossip about me at work. Probably few know about my level of disability.)
Their supervisors are not back in until Monday.
The world has gone to hell in a handbasket, and I don't mean the one on the front of my scooter.
While not all eight or so did this, several did. And even one person harassing me, especially in front of my kids, is too much for my comfort. It makes things difficult for all of us.