The best and worst of humanity, in two swift glimpses

The best: I just saw a guy in a manual wheelchair, luggage in lap, working his way uphill from the station. What was obviously a total stranger paused as he passed the other way, and asked where the guy was going, and would he like a push?

I like to think I might've done the same, if t'other guy hadn't got there first, but I was delighted that he had. All three of us exchanged warm grins as we passed, entirely happy with ourselves and each other...

The worst: there is a man. In the Silence Room. Sitting at my table. My table. It is possible that he does not know this - I've never seen him before, he's a newbie - but ignorance in law is no excuse.

I would adopt my Deeply Annoying Sniff, see if that would shift him, but that he has a Deeply Annoying Sniff of his own. Maybe I'll try the Hacking Cough...

Ewww...

Very, very rarely - like, once every few years - I get this strange optical effect, like a scribble of tiny flashy glittery lines that start at the focal point of my eyes and move outward like a slowwww ripple till half an hour, forty-five minutes later they reach the limits of my sight and disappear.

Something I read a few years back suggests that this is a very mild form of migraine. Whatever, it's easy to live with. Just, it's a nuisance if it hits when I'm working. Like, f'rexample, now. I have been trying to work through it for the last twenty minutes, but I feel a little dizzy and remote, and I'm not getting much done. So I shall pack up reluctantly early and walk home - carefully - and expect it to be gone by the time I get there.

*sighs*