The delivery man grumbled, then looked at the big, burly guard, and handed over the package and the signing apparatus. It was one of those electronic ones, of course, on which your signature is always completely unrecognisable.
"I'll make a special exception, then, lady, because you're in a wheelchair," he declared, then left.
Cindy sighed.
"Can I invite you to some tea?" she said, watching the annoying man leave.