I can really get hurt by people sometimes. I was going along a pavement this afternoon, pretty much as normal, when as often happens a woman came walking the other way. There ensued the usual unspoken back-and-forth over who was going to step which way. It actually happens fairy often when you use a powerchair, but usually ends with an amicable smile. Today, however, I couldn’t fail to notice quite a bitter, sarcastic “I’ll get out of your way! It’s probably safer if I do it.” I probably ordinarily wouldn’t have noticed, but she uttered it with such resentment and contempt that I felt instantly concerned; it was as though she suddenly thought I shouldn’t even be out on my own. I really hope it isn’t the sign of the direction public spirits are heading in which I fear it is.