You helped me get my loaded grocery cart over the threshold to the elevator in the Fraser Street No Frills parkade. Then you warned me that some items from one bag were likely to spill over. Then you made sure I knew why I had taken one elevator down from No Frills and another up to Fraser Street. It's been years since any woman wanted to take care of me, or even wanted to. I liked it. I guess I've made the transition from eligible bachelor to rescue dog. Please. Take care of me again.