I've had ups and downs like that too, Jenna. We once took a man to a local market, who couldn't see, and couldn't hear very much, either. Met with the relatively new stimulus of the market, his reaction was to holler and whoop like an Apache indian - not sure whether it was joy or not, but we knew he wasn't distressed. One of the stall holders began to ape him - it was really embarrassing for all of us and made people stare even more.
We were walking away when an old lady came up to us and said, "People like him shouldn't be allowed out in public!" I was about to give her a mouthful, when she went on, "and I'm going to report him to the market inspector, and I'll jolly well make sure he never trades here again." She meant the stallholder, of course and actually, we didn't see him again.
Then, of course, there was the pub landlord whom we once asked did he mind us going along when the place was crowded, because our charges didn't always have nice table manners and often took up a lot room. "Makes no difference to me," he said. "Their money's as good as anyone else's. If people don't like it, they can always go somewhere else, I'm not exactly short of custom."