The tomb of the wheelchair = the tsunami of hatred

I couldn’t get the car, my husband was leaving. Hanging a backpack with a small on the back, I pushed the wheelchair with the "old". In the narrow part of the sidewalk, she stuck with the wheel in the swarm while trying to crawl - heard steps from behind. Learned by a bitter experience, I turn around and prepare my entire English vocabulary to explain the situation, apologize and try to take off. But... my aunt approaches me, smiles at 32 teeth, says “can I help you?”" looks at the wheel in the wheel, moves through it, pulls the wheel forward, clarifies if I can get on by myself, and plunges on my business. I will go back from here. Canada and Hannover