She was stuck. Somebody had dropped her
off to visit a friend. The plow had cleared the streets, and somebody
had shoveled the sidewalk, but there was no way from one to the
other. Back and forth she walked along the road, an old lady in a
jam. Just another victim of a snowy winter.
When I saw what was happening I asked
if she needed some help. Yes, she admitted.
So I clambered over the berm to the
sidewalk. She took my outstretched hand. After one unsuccessful step
she stopped, held out her other hand and said, "I need both. How
pathetic is this." So I grabbed both her hands and pulled
gently. She stumbled over to my side and thanked me profusely.
As I protested that it was no big deal
she said, "If you ever here me complain about it being too hot,
punch me in the face."
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