Earlier I sold some books, went to the bank, and bought some groceries. As I was heading home from QFC, a nice little old lady flagged me down at the corner of Union and Harvard. She asked me if I was going far, and if I could help her out and carry her groceries for her. So I did, and she was much obliged. A woman that passed us on the street even mouthed "thank you" to me. Good job, Jon.
As a side note, after we parted ways, I couldn't help but think of how that situation would have played out in a world envisioned by Ayn Rand. Rather than say, "sure, no problem," when asked if I could help her out, the response would have been, "what do I get in return?" Fuck, I hate Ayn Rand.