May 9th, 2005
On the way to office today, I saw a damsel-in-distress pushing a kinetic scooter. The chivalrous in me (and the male) goaded me to go and help.
Me: How can I help you?
She: No, thanks.
Me: Yes, I did say that to the guy who offered me drugs. But how does that help you?
…long blank stare…
She: Excuse me?
She refused help but I couldn’t help telling myself that I should’ve used the standard, “Do you need any help?” instead.