Blind people - sorry - VI people - sorry - require apologies for everyone else’s proximal existence. Sorry.

I’m getting off a train through some double doors. Have you seen those things? They’re huge. There is plenty of room for two people to exit the train at the same time, even if one or both are morbidly obese. The man next to me - not morbidly obese, neither am I, I might add - notices my cane and apologises as he exits at the same time as me. What for? His presence? Or mine?

I’ve decided that he probably panicked, felt awkward and then apologised for feeling awkward; forgetting that I couldn’t actually hear his awkward thoughts in the first place. It's amazing how often this happens and how much it makes me think about how "abnormal" i must seem to the majority of the world...I shan't apologise for it though :)