So I was riding along in a bike lane behind a man in a wheelchair and we both came upon a mail delivery vehicle parked in the lane. I caught up with the man and said something I thought would be bonding since we both faced the same obstacle. He was a local to that neighborhood, however, and I wasn’t. He had a different relationship with this scene.
“That’s the mail lady,” he said, reprimanding me and making it clear to me that she was beloved, that she was welcome, even if it meant that he, in a wheelchair, was not just inconvenienced but put in danger.
Sure enough, she came out and they greeted each other warmly. And I learned a thing or two about a thing or two that day, mostly that things are not always what they seem.