I was in a grocery store and, as usual, I was on my electric scooter, dragging a grocery cart behind and doing my grocery shopping all alone.  It’s a feat of independence and what I usually encounter is people positively remarking that I am really accomplished at driving a scooter trailing a shopping cart and getting around all the isles.  I smile and tell them thanks.  Some joke that maybe I should put a horn on the front of my “train”, but I joke and tell them the only horn I’m putting on there is a Mack Truck horn—and we both laugh and go on our way.  But not everyone a disabled person meets is positive; sometimes we come in contact with people who are truly cursed with intolerance.