Unfortunately, it's part of the whole situation. My wife is a stroke victim, who needs help getting dressed. I have been given looks, and politely questioned, a few times while helping her shop for clothes. The only major problem I had was when some psycho woman heard my voice, as I'm helping the wife, in the private handicap stall, just inside the entrance to the woman's dressing room. This fool decides the best way to handle her incredible stress over this non-event is to shout, "there is a man in the woman's dressing room! Sir, you need to leave!" I reply in a loud voice, "I am assisting my disabled wife, in the handicap changing room, if you had an issue you could of just ASKED, instead of shouting like a fool". Oddly enough, for the next few minutes, it was so quiet that you could of heard a mouse fart.
