You Just Got Voluntold For Service

I’m very tall, and because of that, I get asked to pull things down at the grocery store pretty regularly. I don’t normally mind; it doesn’t bother me.

One day, I was going down the aisles, and I felt a little hand on the back of my arm. I turned around and nobody was there. I looked down, and there was the tiniest, oldest lady I’d ever seen. Like, she and Methuselah were in diapers together.

“Hi,” I squeaked out.

But she didn’t say anything. She wrapped her hand around my wrist, and we went for a freaking walk! She very daintily dragged me around the store while I pushed her cart, she pointed at things, and I put them in her cart.

She never spoke to me. I don’t know if she couldn’t, or didn’t know English, or was disabled, or something. We just went down every aisle until her basket was full. Then, she pushed her cart away to the checkout, and that was it!