I never realized how helpless I must look...apparently I have that incompetent, 25 year old, single guy look that screams, "I need to be mothered!"
My brothers and I are building a lake house for a doctor right now. The other day three of my brothers and I decided to hook Ryan's boat up and go fishing before work. Any real fisherman/fisherwoman knows that all early morning fishing needs to be kick started with coffee, so we made a quick Sheetz stop just before putting into the lake.
I was groggily making a cup of coffee and preparing to buy it when one of the ladies that works at Sheetz came up to me and asked if I would be offended if she did something for me. She said she had been watching me and my collar was bothering her, so she kindly fixed my collar and stuck my sweat shirt tag back down inside where it belongs. She even offered to go get a pair of scissors and cut the tag off.
I'm telling you ladies and gentlemen, that's real service. I even have the Sheetz ladies looking out for me....