SBSB's thread got me to thinking about deeds we do for our lady friends - whether intentional or not.
Friday mornings, I walk my 6 y.o. daughter to school - which is about a half mile from our house. I usually see one of our neighbors, who also escorts her 3rd grade daughter. They've begun riding bikes. So last Friday they zoom past us on their bikes and of course my daughter goes running after them.
A few houses away from the crossing zone we see the two bikes parked on the sidewalk. Well, the 3rd grader's chain has come off the wheel. Mom is trying feverishly to fix it. My 6 y.o. and the 3rd grader ask if they can go on to school, and of course we say OK. So I am left trying to help my neighbor fix her kid's bike. After a few minutes it's fixed and I get to walk it back to their house, which is not all that far.
I felt good about my deed, and I also got a bonus in that as the lady was getting in position to help me, there was a momentary sighting of butt crackage.
One of those warm, fuzzy feelings about neighborliness and lending a helping hand.