I found New Yorkers are always happy to lend a hand when needed.
I found New Yorkers are always happy to lend a hand when needed.
This tickled a memory of a time I helped a lady with her suitcase up a long flight of steps. She was about two thirds of the way up and was wrestling it like it was full of lead bricks. I wasn't in a hurry, so I offered to help - she paused before accepting, like she didn't want the help but desperately needed it. As I reached towards the suitcase, I tried to break the ice a bit with "haha I'm probably going to regret this huh" - and broke off in shock.
The suitcase was light as a feather.
I could hold it out at arms length easily. It could have been filled with packing peanuts. I couldn't suppress an exclamation of surprise - "why, it's so light!" - which the lady took as quite an insult. I felt very odd about it all - should I have pretended to have struggled a bit?
While 2 posts above you,
“I found New Yorkers are always happy to lend a hand when needed.”