I didn't realize that I looked like such a vagrant, but apparently, I make old women a little uncomfortable.

I get that when you reach your senior years that you don't want to lose certain freedoms, but I was raised to help elders when I see them struggling a little bit. I tried to be a good boy scout yesterday, but I was quickly shooed away and treated like some sort of bum.

In the parking lot of the grocery store, I saw an old lady struggling to make her way to her car with a cart full of groceries. It was blistering cold, and some snow was starting to accumulate.

She ... swatted my hand away and said she wasn't going to give me any money

I did what most human beings would have done. I went out of my way and asked if she needed any help. She reluctantly accepted. When I got her goods to her '90s Mercury Grand Marquis, she popped the trunk and then struggled to lift her bags over her cart.

"Oh no, let me get those for you, ma'am," I said as I started to pick up her bags of sugar-free cookies and prune juice.

Out of nowhere, she got extremely defensive. "I can do it." she kept yelling.

"Ma'am, they're extremely heavy. Let me grab them for you."

In hindsight, I might have looked like one of the Wet Bandits from Home Alone

As I put my hand on the bag handle, she swatted my hand away and said that she wasn't going to give me any money. She then fired another shot by calling me a deadbeat.

To be fair, I wasn't dressed in my finest. I had sweatpants on, a stocking cap and fingerless gloves on. In hindsight, I might have looked like one of the Wet Bandits from Home Alone, but I assure you I didn't do the good deed only to be compensated.

Though I don't want to be deterred from helping out senior citizens in the future, this was a crippling blow to my self-esteem. It may even be rock bottom.

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