a part of. I pull up to the window at a drive-thru and hand her my card:


Cashier: Oh my heck, what's wrong with your card?

Me: It's a braille card. (No idea why my CC company sent me a braille card, but I've used it for a couple of years now)

Cashier: I'm sorry. I won't be able to accept this. I don't read braille.

Me: The numbers and my name are also printed on the front.

Cashier: Let me ask my manager if this is okay...

*walks away from the window for a minute*

Cashier: Good news! We take braille cards.

Me: Thank heavens, you had me worried there. (trying to be nice, life will be cruel enough to someone this clueless anyway)

Cashier: *As she is handing me my food* So do you drive by memory, since you can't see?

Me: *stares blankly for a few seconds...oh wait, she's serious* Yep. *drives off*


I'm hoping she shared my superhero status with all of her coworkers. She must think I'm the real Daredevil.