My partner is in the latter stages of recovering from a serious car accident. At this point, it’s pretty obvious that he will have a permanent limp, and I’m trying to convince him to get a cane so he can get around better. 

Partner: “I don’t want people to look at and treat me like I’m an old man!”

Me: “You’re only twenty-eight. I think you’ll be fine, hun.”

Partner: “Nope. Not getting one.”

Me: “Okay, think about it this way: it gives you a weapon that’s socially acceptable for you to take literally anywhere.”

He looked at me and opened and closed his mouth like a fish a few times before huffing at me. He got a cane!