I went to the grocery store and became a good samaritan. Not that I was a bad one before but while I was mailing a letter and picking up some soy milk, a lady asked for butter. She said she had a bum leg and asked for help locating the slippery condiment. Being a friendly gal and a straight up nice person, I found her tracked down her butter and handed it over. She then asked me if I could help with her shopping. She was a little old lady and I was in a little rush but I didn’t hesitate. She pulled out a crumpled shopping list and handed it over. At once I got down to business, racing through the aisles picking up cat food, Kleenex or Bounce. The poor lady did have to work hard to keep up with me – especially in my sneakers. But all was well until she started asking me whether the store carried this and that. I knew I was over my head in the particulars of garbage bags and what not so I flagged down an employee and explained the situation. She readily took over as personal shopper.

Another senior kept smiling at me too. I thought this could be a new career move. She said at one point, I feel like I know you. And I replied and I thought I was in disguise in my sunnies and my fall cap. The price of fame – you can never get away.