Barry, the incompetent Blind Man

There’s a very nice man who lives in my building. He’s very polite and terribly well spoken and has just joined a gym. 

We had a very nice chat as we walked to the tube one morning and he introduced himself as Barry. 

I had often seen Barry tapping his way down the road and had been struck by his total incompetence as a blind man. 

He would get as far as the post box and stop. Or he’d manage to reach the Early Bird cafe and run into the sign. Or he’d stand flailing at the edge of the pedestrian crossing waiting for the arm of a stranger to help him across the road. Poor Barry. 

I’d helped him whenever I saw him but hadn’t chatted properly until that day. 

What a lovely man but how on earth would he get on at the gym?!