Sorry dude, just so you know, many of us have been in that exact same position. Awkward pitiful stares or unintended giggling in your direction when you get stuck. While we stand there, sweating in our own shame. I believe these awful encounters lead us to live highly anxious lives of silence and solitude. I’m in my early 30s now and have to force myself to go out/go to stores/talk to people. It’s so easy to order things online or delivery, but it is imperative to not let this stupid fucking disease destroy our lives. I will continue to fight and I hope you try to do the same. Good luck out there.