It's windy. There are a lot of leaves piling up on the pavement
Up ahead I see a LOL (little old lady) pushing her shopping cart along the pavement and as I approach she's trying to get it through a huge drift of leaves.
Anyone seen Prince?
Chance to be a good samaritan I think, so as I pass her, I heft up the wheelie shopping cart and pull it over the drift of leaves. It seems extremely heavy, and as I look back I see she's still attached, holding on for grim death, knuckles white amongst the liver spots.
"I need that to steady myself - let go at once!" she barks out.
You wanna give me my shopping trolley back any time soon?
I instantly put her back on the pavement, and wander off mumbling an apology.
Little Old Ladies? I'd rather face the Nazi hordes.
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