Vision-impaired people don’t have that luxury. In a public place, like a restaurant, they can’t see, but everyone else can see them. I doubt they’d lick their fingers like I did, or try to negotiate chewing the huge pieces of chicken I was sure I had cut into petite pieces with my knife and fork.
People were pouring water from a pitcher into their glasses, so I decided to try it. I held the pitcher by the handle, felt the top of my water glass, and poured. The water went into the glass, and all over my lap. Oh well, we were still in the dark, and I figured I’d dry by dessert. When the lights came back on, there wasn’t a drop of food on my plate. Between my fingers and the fork, I had managed to eat every morsel.
Dinner was over, the lights were on, and dessert was served.
