Rather funny (in retrospect, it was quite frustrating at the time) experience at the library this week. For background, this branch is in a pretty upscale area: surrounded by a bunch of gated McMansion communities, thinning out to semi-rural 'horse properties' and such (where I live). And I have one arm in a cast, and a painful pinched nerve in the other, so I'm not a happy camper.
So anyway, I check out some books, and load them in a bag which I'm balancing on the cast, and am walking out the door when this woman comes chasing after me - and not even a gorgeous young thing overwhelmed by my sex appeal, either :-( No, it's "Sir, do you need help? Do you have a place to stay? There are places to get help..." She's somehow gotten the idea that I am a homeless person, and nothing I can say can disabuse her of it.
Now the strange thing is that I am not even dressed that downscale, at least for me. Yeah, I'm wearing an old sweatshirt with one sleeve cut off, because that's all I can get over the cast, but I've got on a decent pair of jeans, and a new down vest (bought because I couldn't get any of my regular jackets over the cast). So what made her think I was poor?