It happened again, I am ascending a long flight of stairs with a rolling suitcase in my right hand, concentrating on looking down, not up -makes the flight seem less long – when all of a sudden my bag takes flight as if it has sprouted wings. It is an amazing sensation. It is sudden, unexpected and rather like a miracle, the sense of weightlessness. What it means is that some thoughtful younger man has come up behind me, and taken the side handle of the bag and is carrying the weight of the bag. They then say, ‘I’ll get it’ and carry it to the top of the flight of stairs. It makes my trip faster, easier and I’m filled with an overwhelming sense of gratitude.
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Obviously men in NYC are more observant than our rednecks. I’d love it if someone would pick up the other end of the rural version of my suitcase: an 8′ long broken branch that needs to magically float up to the road for collection.