You judge people. You don’t mean to, but you do. Here is a tale, by way of illustration, of the several hours I recently spent in a big-city emergency room after a fall, where, after being ushered past registration into the vast waiting area, my main thought was, “Where do I sit?”My gaze fell first on an elderly woman in pearls with an elevated foot, who was going on and on about the “horrid” job the city does in maintaining the public walkways.