First, he picked up a boarding pass someone had dropped, found the person it belonged to and returned it to them. Then he helped a grey-haired man lift his carry on into the overhead bin.
After we landed, as we watched the luggage merry-go-round looking for our bags, he saw a lady struggling to reach hers before it drifted past. Without missing a beat, he dove for the humongous steamer trunk, managed to grab the handle and wrestle it to the ground by her feet.
I have so much catching up to do.
I did try though today. As I left the office there was a delivery person trying to get in the building with her oversized dolly stacked with boxes. She couldn’t get through the door so I held it open for her and tried to help her wedge the dolly through the door without knocking over any of the boxes.
We almost got it through but then one fell off the back. That’s when I saw the “Fragile” stamp. Didn’t hear any tinkling sounds when we put the box back on the dolly, though.
She looked a little surprised I stayed to help but I’m sure that’s what most people would have done. Of course by the time I got outside it had started raining.
It was just one of those days.
P.S. Love this song. Enjoy!