{"id":152,"date":"2005-08-25T11:00:43","date_gmt":"2005-08-25T15:00:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2005\/08\/25\/ooopsmy-bad\/"},"modified":"2005-08-25T11:00:43","modified_gmt":"2005-08-25T15:00:43","slug":"ooopsmy-bad","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2005\/08\/25\/ooopsmy-bad\/","title":{"rendered":"OOOPS…My Bad!"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Actually, I think this is kind of a cute story. I decided to have lunch at the cafeteria yesterday so I headed up the ramp to the food service area. An asian familiy was in front of me at the grill station placing their orders in broken english. VERY broken english. There appeared to be a mother, father, daughter and probably an aunt and two uncles. Anyway, one of the uncles walked away to explore the salad bar. The mother was holding the hand of the daughter – who must have been around 2 or 3 years old.

Suddenly, the father figure tapped me on the shoulder and said what sounded like “Tourette’s”. Then he pointed at the daughter. I looked down at the girl and she was doing some sort of erratic movements (twisting side to side). I figured those must be her symptoms. My nephew has Tourette’s Syndrome and his manifests in nervous eye twitches. As a toddler, he would twirl in circles – similar to this girl.<\/P>
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I looked at the daughter and then back toward the man sympathetically and said “I’m sorry”. I mean, what else was I to say? It’s sad when a child has a medical condition.<\/P>
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But then he looked at me again and repeated himself: “Tourette’s”. At this point, I didn’t know what to say. I’m not a doctor. What was I to do?<\/P>
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That was when the uncle returned from the salad bar. The father figure said something to him in another language and then the uncle looked at me and asked, “rest room?”.<\/P>
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OOPS. Apparently, tourette’s = toilets. <\/P>
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Those damn L’s.<\/P>
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I gave them directions, got my turkey burger and left with a smile on my face.<\/P><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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