avanta7 | Did I suddenly sprout a sign that says "Help me, I'm weak?"

So this afternoon I stop at the grocery store to pick up some essentials, less than half a cartful. A nice young man bags my groceries, and then he tells me, "I'll help you out with these." No. He doesn't ask. He tells me. "No, thanks, I can get it," I reply. "Are you sure?" he insists rather insistently. "Yes, I'm quite able-bodied," I say with a smile, and push my cart away.

In the parking lot, I open the trunk of my car and pick up the first bag. Suddenly, a man who was about to hop in the pickup parked next to me hops back out again, rushes around the truckbed and grabs the bag. "I'll help you with these," he says and puts the bag in the trunk. "Thank you, but I can get it," I reply and pick up another bag. "Well, I was raised better than that," he says, and proceeds to unload the remaining bags into the trunk.

You know, I appreciate chivalry as well as the next gal, but color me puzzled. Do I need to dye my hair again and get rid of the grey? Or did I just run across two extraordinarily well-reared specimens of the male of the species?