I always get a little laugh out of the times well-meaning cashiers hand me my cup of coffee and then tell me to be careful because “it’s hot.”
I only can imagine the look on their face when I reply, “Thanks…Good because that’s the way I like it.”
So often, when there’s a sleeve on the cup, the coffee inside is very hot, a very good thing. But the touch of the cup itself is not. Of course, I know the well-meaning cashier is afraid the blind guy will drop the steaming hot beverage on his lap or foot or even on the restaurant’s floor. Still, as one who likes his dark roast black and hot, I love giving the affirmative appreciation for the job they did preparing the java right…while reminding them that, though blind, my hands work well enough to take the lidded cup in hand and situate it on the table just fine. *grin*
Boldly Blind 