Two weeks ago, at my “always” supermarket, I saw a woman perilously trying to get something from the TOP shelf. I didn’t like the way she was up on only one foot, balancing her one hand on the handle of her cart while she stretched for that whatever.
Being a “normal” 6’5” man, I said that, “I can get that for you.”
With a snarl, I was informed that she was quite capable of doing her own shopping, thank you very much.
Having been put in my place, I continued down the aisle just as she dislodged the bottom box AND her cart rolled at the some moment. Down she went, down came the entire display of boxes (thankfully light) onto her, as her rolling cart knocked down a little girl five feet away.
No, I did NOT help her up. I did pick up the little girl and handed her to her mother, whose back had been turned. The mother thanked me and told her daughter to “Thank the nice MAN.”
“You are welcome” and we went out separate ways.
You ARE a nice man, and I would have gratefully accepted your help as I’ve often cursed under my breath trying to get stuff off the top shelf.