What was so disturbing about that woman in the park was the way we didn’t exist to her and yet she felt comfortable telling us to do things (Is she someone accustomed to hired help???)  She never acknowledged us as people.

When someone trips and falls in the street, most people kind of freeze until the person gets up off the ground or it is clear that someone else helping them up.  They don’t stand next to them and say, “Could you press that crosswalk button for me.”  

It’s not like the playground was crowded and she hadn’t seen or heard the drama of the smashed finger.  There were only the two women with toddlers and us.