Yesterday, while leaving CostCo and putting our stuff in our car:
---A woman nearly as tall as hubby and about our age approaches, says "don't worry I don't want money" then looks mostly at hubby and proceeds to say she has a bad back plus still recovering from recent surgery or something - could we help her get a giant watermelon/other heavy items out of her cart and into her car.
---I said "Sure, I'll do it" -- and pointed at hubby -- "He has a bad back too." and walked over to her car.
--Watermelon was maybe 15+ pounds but easy. Stuff like that is hard on hubby/others because bending/pulling up out of an extra tall/deep cart is stressful - she kept asking if I was sure/was I ok etc - remember I'm super short and not 20 anymore either etc - I made the usual "I'm the strong one now" jokes.
---She and hubby then had a long convo re: backs, surgery/options/doctors as I unloaded our own full cart into our car.
It was all rather amusing, from my point of view. Plus hubby was pleased to find someone else in near the same position as him to bounce off of.