You might convince me of that in person, because if you come across as you I think you mean to across, you would stand out from the crowd. But please understand that on the scooter, one is surrounded by smarm. And it's weird! Try it sometime and you will see. (If I'm there, I'll race ya.)
That's another funny thing. One day when I was feeling particularly "able," I hopped on the scooter anyway because my elderly friend hopped on one first-- he'd just been in hospital and he was having dizzy spells. So I thought it would be fun to go on the buddy system-- and I was worried he'd rush off ahead of me. (I was supposed to be keeping a close eye on him that particular day.)
And here's the funny thing. One DARES not park HC unless one has the placard and looks HC, or people/cops'll getcha furrit. But the store in question has so many scooters that nobody cares how HC you are. (We could take the next Gathering group there for overnight races, I'm sure.)
But once you're on the scooter-- there's the bowing and scraping from fellow shoppers, no matter how obviously you're just playing and having fun.