It started about the time I turned 80. A stranger would say "Can I help you?" and my first reaction was a silent disbelief -- "What DO you suppose I look like?" Those were the days when I still didn’t want to be seen in public using a cane.Now of course my reaction is "You bet--thanks!" By all means, help me step off the curb, load the groceries in the car, pick the cane up off the floor.
Most often, of course, it's "Can I hold that door for you?" and I always feel like saying "Listen, I can manage that, it's the least of my worries. If you really want to be helpful, how about coming back to the house to put up the storm door?"
Yes, I WILL go to the head of the line, thank you. Standing in line is just too painful, and besides, I'm entitled. It's an odd feeling, but -- don't ask me exactly why --these days I'm entitled. To everything.