I love it when people offer to help me in any way. I am 85 years of age and use a mobility scooter or electric wheelchair. The over-whelming majority of people are so kind and helpful, I always smile and thank them, whether it is when the move aside (often into the road) to allow me to pass them, or to get things down from high shelves or open those difficult large and heavy accessible loo doors for me to enter.
I am very independent, live by myself and am Secretary to our Flat's voluntary Management Company, dealing with Conveyancing Solicitors etc. every time a flat is being sold. Nothing wrong with my brain, but physically I am a bit of a mess. I am computer savvy.
I can far to easily remember (with great embarrassment now) back when our money went decimal and adverts told us to help out old people in the early weeks. I insisted on offering and going shopping with my parents. They were in their sixties and my Dad was still employed and neither of them either then or later had anything wrong with their brains. But to me (a thirty year old), they were 'old' so needed help. They did not.
So how old must we in our eighties appear to those in the twenties or thirties?
In supermarkets and the like, much of the training is in place so that people can be assisted. I am so impressed with the way the Tesco Supermarket cashiers always pack my shopping for me and very appreciative.