Thursday 30 June 2016 1:15 pm
It is raining heavily. I open the car door a little; just enough to get the umbrella out.
Before I can open the umbrella I see a woman wearing a red blouse under a dark coloured pant suit failing her attempts to lock her car door, balance her boxed lunch, and prevent her umbrella from blowing away in the wind. She sacrifices her car keys to a puddle of water but cannot stoop low enough to retrieve them.
Tucking my still closed umbrella under my arm I walk over, pick up the keys, and hand them to her.
“Oh my gosh! Such a gentleman. Thank you so much!”
“You’re welcome.” I turn to walk away.
“And you’re getting so wet!”
“It’s just water; don’t worry about it.” I am returning to lock my vehicle.
She walks on ahead of me with an awkward, self-conscious gait. She knows I am walking behind her…