And for something a little cheerier

As I stood outside work, waiting for the green man so I could cross the road, a teeny tiny elderly lady with a wispy beard peered up at me and asked "Can I cross the road with you?". "Of course you can!" I replied gleefully, proffering my arm in a chivalrous fashion. Helping a little old lady across the road is such a perfect cliche of a good deed that it is an utter joy!