A woman with a walker sits at the table next to Josh and I at the coffee place we're working at. She's got on sunglasses and a Minnie Mouse t-shirt with sequins. Her jewlery looks like it fell of a Christmas tree and she is as short as I am.

"Hey, can you hold this table for me while I sit down?" She yells at me over the swooshing of the milk steamer. "It wobbles when I try to do it myself."

"Of course!" I say with my 4-H 'I can do anything for an elderly person' mentality. I was raised to help old people do things. It's in my blood. I got Boyscout badges for it!

I hold the table with both my hands. She leaves her walker behind her, rests her arms on the table and pulls out the chair to sit.

"Thank you, Honey! It's hard to do it by myself."

"No problem at all!" I say in my best Superman voice.

"I think I'm gonna take you home with me," She says smiling.

Huh. Another one that thinks they don't have to take me out on a date before they try to take me home.