smilesI was out to brunch recently waiting with a crowd of other hungry customers for tables to open up. My friend and I, both wheelchair users, received the usual number of stares and glares when out in public, especially in pairs. But I also noticed people looking at us with strange, stiff smiles. Most were women of a certain age, smartly dressed and obviously trying to be politically correct. When they smiled, they tried to make eye contact while quickly nodding, as if to say, “good for you, girls, for hanging out with us regular folk.”

One thing I know for sure it that these weren’t the genuine, warm smiles we receive from people we know and love. Rather, the brunch-goers wore the smiles like armor – a “friendl