I have noticed that I sometimes get Disapproving Glares from able-bodied passers-by in the pursuit of helping my mom out with stuff. Like when I open a door with a flourish and say, "AFTER YOU, GIMP LADY," which I say because things like that crack her the hell up, and when she's amused she's less annoyed at the business of walking. I guess I am
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