I’ve seen this many times.
There’s even a name for it- the “airport miracle” cures those who cannot walk, and who get their fat asses carted through the airport by a airline employee, bypass the hours in security lines, get put on the plane first, then miraculously can walk instead of waiting for the employee to cart their ass OFF the plane.
I had torn my meniscus playing volleyball many years ago the night before I had to go on a business trip and had not sought out medical help yet, so my knee was quite swollen and very painful.
I had to transfer in some airport, and my connection was on the other side of the airport, and...my incoming flight was late in arriving.
I had several bags, my leg was frozen, swollen, and painful, and I was hobbling badly. I was a younger man at the time, and I had sweat pouring down my face.
One of those carts they have in some airports with several passenger trains being towed behind it full of people passed me, the woman stopped, backed up, and asked if I needed a lift. My first inclination was to decline, but in my mind I said instantly “What? YOU DOPE! TAKE THE RIDE!”
I spent the next four days in a classroom with my leg on a chair and a garbage bag of ice sitting on top of it over a trashcan to catch the dripping water.
I thought it was disgusting-those people who would do that, sit in a wheelchair for that. Sad. I did notice they were all women...I won’t paint all women like that, but it is a curious observation.