I noticed a new sign on the door of the cafe yesterday, printed on yellow paper, notifying the public that one of their more vulnerable customers had recently been verbally attacked nearby, and asking people to come forward if they saw anything like that. Obviously it was referring to me and my run in with some local kids last week. Truth be told, though, I didn't know what to make of it: of course, I'm humbled that they care; yet my eyebrow was raised at being labelled 'vulnerable'. Am I really that vulnerable? Yes, I have cerebral palsy; I use a powerchair and communication aid. But I'm thirty-four, have a Master's, and I can handle a few airhead kids. I welcome the sentiment behind the sign; I now regard the guys over in that cafe as good friends. Yet the use of that particular word - the sense of weakness it projects onto me and people with disabilities in general - somehow bothers me.