Today I helped a granny. I nearly didn't. She had a partial beard and hadn't showered and sadly only had one leg. The poor love was also in a wheelchair nudging along a full trolley of stuff- after a staff member bailed on helping her when their shift ended. We were on our way to get dinner, I was already cranky from a crazy 18 month old lunatic and and 6 year old who hadn't stopped talking since the very second the bell rang at 3:30pm. As she shuffled on past it looked awful, the poor ducky. I pointed her out to Jas and said "awww man that poor cute granny ( I was yet to see her beard) , she is pushing her trolley with the one leg she has!!" He said "go babe! I can't, I'd just look like a creepy guy to her." I hesitated. Don't we all? That split second where you are already tired and wanting the day to end, the kids need dinner or/and a smack on the bot. I SO nearly kept walking, then I was just compelled to just flippen do it. As ...
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