My 95-year-old MIL, arthritic though she was, tried gamely to use hashi when we took her to a little downhome family-run Japanese restaurant for tonnkatsu, figuring that would be close enough to chicken-fried steak that she'd enjoy it. (She did. She was from Arkansas.) The staff put a fork at her place, but she wanted to try anyway. We were one of maybe three sets of customers that night, and got a lot of benign attention—that traditional respect for elders was definitely in play, and the grandma of the family was present and helping out. She came over to chat, and IIRC we got free desserts just because. Great experience!
Echoing at least one PP here: Chopsticks/hashi are the best possible utensils for eating salad! I keep forgetting to grab mine out of the car; I keep a coupe of pairs on the sunshade flaps. It's definitely easier to use unfinished-wood hashi than metal (including grooved) or enameled or plastic ones. I learned to use them, well, after I was 23 and moved to Berkeley. I ain't sayin it was easy; I'm a klutz of the first water.
Just over a year ago, we were dining at a so-so Chinese restaurant where a couple of musicians we like a lot were playing a regular free gig. (Hawai'ian slack-key and song.) I was having a bad day; my fingers were stiff and so was the rest of me; I kept dropping my chopsticks and finally had to resort to a fork, and I know I was limping a bit on my sore knee when we left. One of the pair is also a massage therapist. He emailed me the next day, offering a free massage, and then extended that gift to a month's worth for free.
It was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. I've been a devoted client ever since.
That stuff, that's what etiquette is for. Kindness.