So there I was, totally self-screwed. I looked up and down the block, searching for possible ideas. Across the street and a few houses over, I saw a young man and woman talking. They were both smiling widely and had unmistakable stupid-in-love faces.
As a side note, she was visibly pregnant. I wasn’t sure if he was the biological father-to-be; either way, he ain’t getting her re-pregnant. Well played, young Romeo.
I thought to myself, Oh, this is going to be easy. Not even like taking candy from a baby, but like giving candy to a baby.
So I approached them–him in particular–with something along the lines of: “Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt. I have a big machine over there that I’m trying to get into that SUV. It’s really heavy and I’m looking for someone REALLY STRONG to help load it in there. Do you think that is something you could help me with?”
Kind reader, I was giving this young man the opportunity to display his strength and graciousness to his lady friend. I was actually doing HIM a favor. What else was he going to say?
As a two-man job it was easy-peasy. Especially with someone much younger, stronger, and with better motivation.
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