So say you’re a 36-year-old of relatively sound mind and body. Say that you’re shopping at the Super-T at 8 o’clock on a Tuesday because you promised your four-year-old nephew you’d make him chili. After gathering the fixin’s for your award-winning Chili you load your groceries into Ruby and as you turn to return your cart to the cart corral the hippie-looking dude in the car next to you (who does not have his own cart) offers to return your cart. What do you do?

If you are me, you’re quite taken aback and wonder, what the fuck? Is this something people do? Really?

I guess I could see it if I were about 88, if I had a car load of kids, or if I seemed to be struggling. But it was just me and I like to think that I don’t look a day over 36.5. I could have even understood it if it were -30 degrees out. But on a crisp, clear fall night?

It totally weirded me out. Because even after my initial, no thank you, the dude asked me if I was sure. And while I didn’t say it, I thought, yeah I am perfectly capable of walking three entire parking spots away. Instead, I just said, no thank you again.

Maybe I strike people as someone who can’t properly return her cart to the cart corral. Or maybe hippie-looking dudes at the Savage Super-T are just excessively polite and helpful.