I let this little old woman go ahead of me at Trader Joe’s today, because she only had two items, and it seemed silly for this frail little woman to stand there behind me with her pack of tuna curry and soy sauce while I bought my $35 in groceries.
She thanked me for allowing her to go ahead and offered me the counter space to set my basket down on.
“Oh no,” I said, “it’s not that heavy. I work out.” I laughed. “I’m pretty strong.”
She smiled, then looked me up and down and said, “Oh yes, you do look very strong. A strong woman. Yes.” She paused, then said more softly, “We need more of those.”
Indeed we do.
