Baby Blue (bp coyle)

When I returned with the pallet truck of nappy boxes, the assistant manager ran up to me.

Listen,’ he said, ‘I am so sorry. I asked you to get the blue nappies without thinking. I forgot about your sight thing, that you can’t see colour. I feel really bad. I should have asked someone else.’ Then he looked at the nappies I had brought down from the storage room. ‘Oh,’ he exclaimed. ‘You got the right ones.’ He looked at me strangely. ‘How did you do that?’

I shrugged.  ‘You pointed at the ones you wanted.’

He thought for a moment. ‘I still don’t get it. How did you know which ones were blue?’

I didn’t,’ I told him. ‘Each type of nappy has a different baby of the front. From newborn upwards. I just got the boxes with that baby. The one you indicated.’

He looked through the rows of nappies on display and shook his head. ‘I’ve been packing these thing for years,’ he told me, ‘and I never noticed that the pictures are different. All I saw was the colour.’

That’s when I knew exactly how differently most people see the world compared to me.

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