Like a month ago, I was sitting out on my back patio reading on a quiet afternoon when absolutely nobody was around, and all of a sudden I see this (wizened) (old) (hippie) (white) woman with shoulder-length frizzy curly grey hair and a bandana on slowly wandering up the adjacent driveway, holding out a small plastic container of organic juice.
"Can you help me open this?", she was like, stopping and looking over at me, pleadingly.
"Sure," I was like, setting my book down and going over like fifteen feet to the driveway to meet her.
And, I took some hand sanitizer out of my back pocket, and cleansed my hands before taking the bottle from her.
"Look at you," she observed to herself, as I took out the hand sanitizer.
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