At the Dr's surgery the other day, I entered the sub-waiting room. It is very narrow, with two rows of chairs facing each other. The first chair each side was occupied which would make it awkward for someone to walk up the middle. The chap in one chair glanced up and saw me "here, have a seat" he said, shifting quickly along a few seats...
"...Oh. You already have one". Embarrassed, noticing my wheels.
I grinned. "You've made my day"
He looked confused.
"You saw me, acknowledged me as a person and then you saw my wheels. I like that. I like it when I'm a person first, and my disability is registered later."
And we chatted on about random things until appointment time.
What he saw as a mistake, a failure to take in the whole situation at a glance, made my day.
And it still keeps making me smile.
Because I like being 'just another person'.