When someone who had knee surgery (9 months ago) asks, in my general vicinity, for ‘the handicap seat’ on a CTA bus… I presume they mean one of the seats with the handicap symbol embroidered on them… not the non-handicap single-seat I was in. Hence I didn’t look up, respond, nor move.

Of course, somehow I was supposed to infer she was talking to me, and referring to my non-handicap-denoted seat… and then gave me shit for it. Classy.