So Tricia and I are at the grocery store. We are stuffing the contents of the THREE FREAKING GROCERY CARTS FULL into the van, when the gentleman parked behind us toddles by. "Quite a job you have there!" he said sympathetically. "Yup!" I chirped, thinking of the earlier memo. He loaded his own groceries and then paused. "Ma'am, would you like some help?" he asked.
Now, I normally suffer from the fibromite's curse of allowing one's lips to be cut off via chainsaw before accepting help, but today was different. I don't know if it was the rain, or my STILL aching shoulder, or what, but I, for once in my life, had the sense to ACCEPT. Yay! We chatted a bit, finished loading, and then he rode off into the sunset in his rusty pickup truck.
When my world domination plot comes to fruition, he and his shall live. :D
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