I FELT a bit sorry for a woman wearily pushing her trolley round a supermarket car park.
"Can I help?" I asked.
"I can't find my car anywhere," she said, "I hope it's not been stolen."
"So do I", I sympathized, and tried to help by asking if she had any recollection at all of which area she might have approached the entrance doors from.
"If I knew that I'd be able to find it," she snapped and waltzed off.
I'd have driven her round the giant car park if she hadn't been so snotty.
As it was, she was still rambling aimlessly around as I was filling up with petrol. Serves her right. It just shows, it always pays to be nice.
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