She kept looking at my wheelchair, but I never said anything because I was waiting for her to say, "Why are you in a wheelchair rolling?", but she never asked. I'm sure I'll get a phone call from my brother asking what happened. I was surprised to find that the majority of people looking at me were older people. They didn't even look away, they just stared. The kids watched it too, but it didn't bother me that much. Children don't know any better, but older people, in my opinion, should have more respect. As we walked to the car, my hands hurt and my arms were sore. The palm of my hand was red from everything spinning around it. I had to drive even faster in the parking lot because I was afraid someone wouldn't see me. Once again, it was difficult to catch up with my husband as he walked across the parking lot. He put all the items in the car and took care of my son. Next, we decided to visit a Halloween store across from the Costco parking lot. I informed my husband that I was just going to drive there instead of getting back in the car. I wanted to make it easier for him because he was already doing everything else. As I walked through the parking lot to the entrance of the