I have an opposite problem--when I was out and about, limping and using a shopping cart as a makeshift walker, people inevitably leapt to my assistance, offering to carry things, opening doors, offering their arms..I told one lady I'd probably take her down with me. :|( It was disconcerting and embarrassing to be so obviously needy, when I've always been so independent. (I loved the guy who told me I had a "bad doctor" because I didn't have a handicapped tag...:laff:--giving new meaning to "Dr. Who?") I don't have much complaint about the people around here, in general, but I really appreciate porch delivery.