“Excuse me, but watch out, your left shoelace is untied.”
I started glancing around for some place to sit down--or just possibly I could reach down if there were some way to prop up my foot, but no luck -- and then the voice went on,
“Can I tie it for you?”
I turned to look. It might have been more bearable if she were a teenager, but she had white hair and a young face-- maybe in her 50s or 60s. I could not think of anything more humiliating than having her stoop to tie my shoe and yet…no way could I risk a fall.
I find myself unable to finish telling you this story.