With less than a week before the National Little People of America Conference, this year in St. Louis, Missouri, and behind at the nine to five job, I went in to the office yesterday, which was a Saturday. I was there for about four hours, from noon to four o'clock. Yesterday was a beautiful day in Chicago, sunny and not too warm. The Access Living office, where I work, is in River North, a popular area on weekends, especially weekends with nice weather. Just as I was leaving the office to go home, a young man and woman walked by the front door of the building. As soon as I stepped out on to the sidewalk, the couple stopped, turned and looked in my direction. Noticing them, I also stopped. I stared toward them. They were looking directly at me. The man was wearing sunglasses. I couldn't see his eyes. He spoke. "That is a Lamborghini," he said. I turned around. Directly in front of me, a fancy looking black car slowly rolled down Chicago Avenue.
Not every moment is a dwarf moment. Some times, it's just an overly sensitive moment.