I stopped off at the local supermarket for a few items my mother wanted. At first the bags felt OK to carry but then they got heavier. Then I thought to myself, why am I struggling when I can ask for help?
"Thank you for carrying the bags for me!"
The moment I had the thought, I noticed a car driving towards me. Then the car stopped. (I reckon if this was a movie, the car wheels would have screeched for dramatic effect). The driver wound down his window and called out.
As I was walking back towards him, I wondered whether he was lost and needed help.
"Hello, how are you?" he said looking me up and down.
"I'm fine, thank you!"
I vaguely recognised him as someone I've said hello to before.
"Where are you going?" he said.
I mean, where else would I be going with shopping bags, to a night club?
"Where do you live?" he said.
"Just down this road," I pointed.
"Hop in and I'll give you a lift!" he said.
"I'm alright. Like I said, I only live down this road."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, thank you!"
"OK, see you tomorrow then," he said and he drove off.
The reason why I didn't accept my friend's lift was because I had picked up from the way he'd been checking me out that I was being picked up; and I wasn't up for it.
I did find our brief encounter such a pick-me-up that I was flying high and the bags felt light; and the rest of the few minutes walk was effortless.
Thank you, Universe, for doing everything...when I remember to ask!
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