On our recent trip to South Carolina, we stopped by the Broadway shopping center, in Myrtle Beach, and had lunch at the Hard Rock Cafe. Noisy place. We had to wait in line briefly, and since I was hobbling on a cane, I was the last one in line. About that time, an older gentleman came through the door pushing his wife, a large woman, in a wheelchair. He was somewhat out of breath and had just come in out of the bright sun. I'm sure he had difficulty seeing in the dim light of the restaurant, and he plowed into the back of my left ankle with the wheelchair. Since my right leg was not able to support much, I was balanced on my left leg and the cane. My good knee buckled and I narrowly missed landing on the floor in a heap. The lady in the chair grabbed my hand and somehow managed to steady me until I got back on my feet. I still have a brick red scrape on the back of my ankle and I walk a little funny. (sore ankle on the left and sore knee on the right)
Howard