ignored the wheelchair for weeks. I wanted nothing to do with it. It was a reminder that I am no longer an active, agile young woman accustomed to flitting hither and yon under my own steam. To acknowledge and accept it meant I was officially ancient and disabled.
Mall food has gotten really fancy lately. When I was a kid hanging out with my friends at the mall, eating food like tacos and Orange Julius was a major activity. Things have changed. While food courts are still ubiquitous, some malls have gone luxury-gourmet.