The Death of Imagination

I'm not adverse to making reasonable accommodations for someone. (And waiting for another elevator when I'm in no particular hurry is pretty reasonable.) Afterwards, I was like, "She did have the gloves", which makes me think she was being truthful. (Of course, those don't stand out in a care facility the way they do other places.) And I get being embarrassed about having to constantly depend on the goodwill of strangers to take your disability seriously. But if you want my sympathy, you have to extend the same courtesy--think, for example, how embarrassing it is for the outsider caught in that situation (and how much worse it would be for someone with paranoia or social anxiety or whatever). Her actions were really deficient in empathy.