Today in Manhattan, the Uptown ① Train announced all of its stops. The Downtown Ⓐ said none. I tell you, riding the MTA without missing your stop can be a gamble when you're visually impaired.
Another gamble was getting into the PS163 where my friend was teaching dance. All doors are exits, but only one is an entrance, and nowadays a grown man walking around school grounds trying door after door looks sketchy as hell. Had I done the glasses-and-cane act, no problem—everybody wants to help the blind man. But even those who don't show up that way might still have trouble finding the sign that might be there saying, "ENTER HERE" so instead I just stand snowblind outside, waiting till 2:45 when all the kids are gone and safe from weird men fumbling around in the snow.
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