Fitting in Aisle Four
1st December 2011
Along with Bunny, Leftwing Idiot and his dad, I went to get some stuff for the Castle from a large DIY store the other day. As we went through the automatic doors I ticced, “Welcome to Hell.”
It wasn’t too hellish, but even so, while we were there I had a ‘ticcing fit’ in the middle of an aisle.
Leftwing Idiot and Bunny made sure I was fine. What surprised us all was that although the fit lasted for almost fifteen minutes and involved me flailing around on the floor, no one came to check if we were OK. This suited me as I was being well taken care of, but I did wonder what would’ve happened if I’d been alone.
Festive Outburst
“I’m going to take a cheap shot at Christmas.”
Catwings says:
How busy was the shop? To be honest I usually prefer people not to come and ask about me- sort of feel like invading my privacy even though I’m in a public place.
I hope this doesn’t sounds rude, but do you go places alone much with the threat of ticcing fits?
Touretteshero says:
Hi Catwings, the ticcing fits mean that I’m rarely on my own at the moment. Like you I value my privacy if I’m having a hard time. I was surprised on this occasion that no one asked if we were OK. It happened on the street the other night and we were inundated with offers of help. It felt good to know strangers were looking out for me.