"If you were white lithium grease at Home Depot, where would you be?"

Today I made a call when he crossed my mind, it changed my perspective so much.

I wasn't asking him to buy me anything. I wasn't asking him to come help me. I was literally just making conversation while wandering around the store.

This man not only looked up whether the store had it, but started trying to figure out the exact aisle and bay location for me. When I couldn't find it, he casually informed me that he had two different kinds at home that would both work and I could just use one of those.

The thing that got me wasn't the grease...

It was the fact that helping me was his immediate instinct.

There was absolutely nothing in it for him. If anything, I interrupted his day and created a minor inconvenience. Yet somehow he treated my problem like it was his problem to solve.

I've spent so long being independent that I genuinely don't know how to react when someone consistently chooses to make my life easier.

Anyway, apparently the fastest way to make a grown woman blush is not flowers or fancy dinners.

It's white lithium grease