The other day we were waiting at the post office. I live on the edge of civilization and so there a lot of people who use P.O. Boxes in the area. On this particular day, I was waiting about five years while a woman was trying to get something settled with her box and the one and only employee kept heading into the back to check on things.

Meanwhile, Charlie is doing his thing where he “talks”–lots of screeching/growling.  I’m talking back–trying to keep him calm because waiting in lines is not high on his list of awesome activities.

The woman in front of me asked me how old he was and I told her, “he’s three, but he has special needs, so he can’t really talk yet.”

And you know what she said?

She’s said, “well, what’s his super-power?”

My response was somewhere in the neighborhood of “whaaaaa????” and then she explained, “you know, when one sense doesn’t work, another one works really well.”

I wasn’t sure how to answer that, so I said something non-committal and then thankfully it was her turn in line.

But really? What was that? I don’t even think talking is a sense. And while I don’t think it bears explanation, special needs does not equal “super power.” Unless we’re talking super-cute because I think Charlie’s got that one in the bag.

I could easily make this post all about people who say crazy stuff about children with disabilities, but why discriminate? There’s plenty of crazy to go around.

When I was in Vegas for Blog World Expo, I took a taxi to the air port. At this point, Vegas had started to work her magic on me. By magic, I mean dehydration. So I was a little spacey. I got into the cab and the driver asked me if I’d enjoyed my stay. I told him it was nice, but that Vegas wasn’t really my style. I told him, “I’m from New Orleans–there are lots of bars and entertainment there, but it’s a little more organic.” (organic is code for old and dirty)

To which he replied, “Yeah, but it’s not safe. Here, a woman can dress like a pr0stitute and never worry about being kidnapped.”

Again, whaaaaa??????I mean, are women everywhere sticking their hootchie clothes in the back of the closet for fear of kidnapping? Is that really an endorsement of Las Vegas? I’m not sure.

I stopped talking after that. I mean, Miss Manners has yet to cover the appropriate response to a statement like that and I wasn’t about to attempt one. There’s really no good place to go after h00kers and kidnapping, know what I mean?

So, what’s the weirdest thing someone has said to you lately?