A Day on Planet Earth

"You pile of pillocks..."

A thread documenting your contact with the neurotypical world

*2 minutes into a pleasant conversation in my local store*

ME: "I'm autistic."

The shopkeeper literally takes a step back, as if Autism is contagious.

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SALESMAN: "Good morning! I'm from Encyclopedia Britannica."

ME: "Is that the one with the spaceship?"

SALESMAN: "No, that's Battlestar Galactica. Goodbye."

Okay, that last one didn't happen. Yet. Keep us updated with your daily adventures on the strange Planet of the Neuroconfusings.

(Thread title courtesy of Mariusz. Thank you.)

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  • My friend, and I, were at the Art Class; only one other punter turned up. The organiser, who deals with the financial side, wasn't well; so payment is deferred until next Wednesday. My friend and I were able to finish early.

    Also, beforehand my cleaner told me to leave the slow-cooked chicken - made yesterday evening - into my fridge. My friend and I then went to my place, so I can run that errand, before heading to the Class. That allowed us to stop at a shop; for him to get his supply of energy drinks earlier than expected. So we didn't have to head to one of the shops in Moneymore after the Class. More time saved.

    But dealing with traffic, at nighttime, is a different animal. No one dips their lights; so I'm only running on instinct, whenever I couldn't see the edge of the road; or the White lines.

  • Night driving in rural spots is scary stuff even if rather intoxicating too - the deep dark. I was on an unlit road full of hidden dips (and no hard shoulder) one night a few years back, cars flying behind me at close quarters, when torrential rain started, I went to turn the wipers on, and… nothing. I’m surprised I’m still here. 

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  • Night driving in rural spots is scary stuff even if rather intoxicating too - the deep dark. I was on an unlit road full of hidden dips (and no hard shoulder) one night a few years back, cars flying behind me at close quarters, when torrential rain started, I went to turn the wipers on, and… nothing. I’m surprised I’m still here. 

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