Got sent to Winco at 102nd NE Halsey to pick up some fella 'round about 430a-ish. I get there, figuring it's gonna be another grocery run and dude has bags, but not grocery bags.
Me: Hey there. How ya doin'?
He: Oh, so-so.
Me: Ah. Need some help with that?
He: Nah. Some of them are kinda heavy.
I get out and open the trunk for him and he starts loading up his stuff, barely fits in the trunk.
Me: So where we off to?
He gave me an address and we were off.
Me: SoooOOOoooo, ya get kicked out? grin
He: Matter o' fact, yes.
Me: Ah. Oops. Sorry. I'll shut up now.
He: Thank you.
Eesh. Guess I can't win 'em all. :o)