I apologize for bringing my guide dog into your store. I apologize for needing your help. And I’m sorry you must point me in the right direction. I understand your day is precious. I know you were having a perfect meditation before I entered your establishment–you were navigating the circle within the circle, the dances of the gods known only to Proclus. And now, here I am, the walking manifestation of decay, a perilous figure from a lost battle.
So much happens in the hubbub of the city, bells and parades, and then a blind man walks into your shop. You poor sonofabitch! Watch out! It might be catching!
Yes, you should think of me as the soft breeze of calamity.
Meanwhile, what am I up to? I want to buy a book at Barnes & Noble, but I’m told I can’t come in. I want to buy some batteries at the computer store on 6th avenue and Lo! I’m told I can’t come in. I want to take a taxi, and you guessed it, I can’t get in.
Let’s review: books, batteries, and a business meeting. Not bad for a man who symbolizes malevolent fate!
Planet of the Blind 
Hello Stephen,
I have just come home with my Dog on June 28th and have already experienced a little of this. People seem afraid as though I am the Specter of doom. I have had difficulty at the doctor’s office, on the airplane on the way home, and while eating out. My dog is a sweet little yellow lab and it seems like she could not possibly strike fear into the heart of man, but then maybe it isn’t her, maybe it is what she and I together represent? I don’t know, but I have been surprised each time it has happened. Tell me it gets easier. I love reading your experiences! Just hearing that you have had similar experiences makes it easier already!
Thank you!
Tina
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Steve, you can come to my store any day.
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