I rarely had the opportunity to read the Miss Manners columns, but contrary to a lot of other such columns, they had a lot more good sense.
Frankly, when I wheel my mother out through the streets of Paris to take her to the hairdresser (her very last regular outing as everything else became impossible, even going to a café), I find it very interesting to see how people look at us. Most interesting of all, due to the great number of beggars in my neighborhood, is to see the ones who don't ask me for anything as we roll past ("oh, he has problems, too") compared to the ones who will still beg as usual when we pass by. For these people, I have absolutely no respect.