…when an old woman stopped me on the sidewalk. She told me she had a heavy box in her minivan that she couldn’t carry, and she wanted to know if I could carry it into her apartment for her.
“Sure,” I told her, as I tied Fabulous to a nearby tree. When I opened up the minivan I noticed FIFTEEN heavy boxes, not one, at which point she said, “All of those please.”
What could I do? I moved all fifteen heavy-as-shit boxes into her apartment for her. What can I say, I’m a sucker.
As I turned to walk away she said thank you and handed me a pink rose.
I couldn’t make this shit up,