"you left your soda water"
"i know", the bastard retorts with two full hands with four bags of groceries. "sometimes I wish I had three hands".
and then I amble across the street with the weeks repast in my sore arms.
I turn and the man's friend is carrying my seltzer across the street, "I figure that I'll be your third hand today"
"bless you man", I replied.
now the bastard doesn't speak in such evangelical platitudes but sometimes it's better than just saying thank you.
but hey guy, thanks for the good turn. the man who's words I try to live by sometimes lives on in you.
do a good turn daily jerk
be prepared jerk
don't be a jerk. jerk
baden powell never said jerk but I do. because most people are jerks. just not the guy who just helped me out.