The Well Meaning and Thoughtless, or How The Clueless Hurt More Than They Help

It was a quiet Tuesday evening.  I'd been to the doctor's office that day, talked about my meds, made the next appointment, grabbed some Chinese for dinner for me and my Mrs and wended me way home.  Shrimp Lo Mein, even at one of the ersatz "Chinese" places around here is a wonderful thing.  Fried Pot-Stickers as well.  Yum!

I'd watched NCIS and was trolling the internets when I saw this Tweet in my Timeline:

 

Thanks to Mary for permission to show this RT

 

Go back and read that again...