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“Are there no stairs from the first floor?” a random lady asked me mockingly as I, an apparently able-bodied whippersnapper, got off the elevator at the second floor.

I just stared at her. “I had an injury recently,” I said. She turned red and shut up.

Truth be told, the injury had happened a while back, when a car rolled into the crosswalk and hit me while I was crossing. My left knee hasn’t been…