"You see these shoes?" says an irate co-worker of mine. She's wearing super-jacked-up, bright red stiletto heels that effectively cripple her. "I ain't walking down stairs in these things," she continues, referring to the fire drill which we're currently in the middle of.
Later, on the way home, I see an older man, clearly stricken with arthritis, his hips moving all out-of-sync with the rest of him, using a pair of ski poles to walk, and getting along pretty quickly, for all that.