Lending a Helping Hand

lending a helping hand
Last night on the way home from the grocery store I met Craig. Craig is standing with his hands on his hips, looking at a large round chair covered in plastic to keep the rain off; then he’s looking to the door way listening to his wife who is certain the chair won’t fit. I slow down as I pass by, I wasn’t going to say anything, but then I do. I said, ‘you need a hand with that?’ Craig looks doubtful, like he’s going to say no. So I take a few more steps walking away from him. He catches m...