The old lady turns to you, grabbing your arm before you leave the car. “Could I have your hands, please?”
She seemed pretty insistent, so you stop, and turn back and put your hands forward, horizontal to each other. She daintily takes hold of your fingers, then says, “May you never run out of milk when you could need it.” You look closer at her, realizing her stance was like that of a prayer. Was she honestly praying to stop your future milk-related plights?
She lets go of your hands. “Now, this might seem like an astronomical chance, but I was headed out for a some milk, too. Actually, a lot of milk.” She pointed across the street, at a grocery store, then pulls a fifty dollar bill out. “Can you go over there and buy all the milk you can with this? By the gallon, if you’d be so kind.”
You look confused. This’d pay for 10 gallons, easily. “Did you mean to hand me a ten?”
“Nope, a whole lot of milk. I’ll be donating most of it after we get you back to your game. It’s just so heavy to carry all of that milk myself, but it looks like you can carry it. I’ll get the gas ready.”
Of course it was another act of selflessness. You inadvertently sigh, and go across the street to pick up the milk.
After grabbing a cart, you make a beeline for the dairy aisle, and learn the whole milk was on sale. If purchased in packs of two, it came to a measly $2.50 per gallon. You immediately start begrudging your misfortune for paying over twice as much per gallon, and begin shovelling milk into the cart.
You struggled quite a bit with getting 20 gallons of milk into that poor cart, but you managed it, more or less. You decide to pay the difference between the fifty and taxes, then go outside.
It turns out she had already finished getting the gas, as the car was parked out front. You move the cart to the car’s trunk, but she interrupts. “No, the trunk’s already full. You can put some in the back seat, and you’ll need to share some space for the rest.”
You groan, then get to work at trying to secure all this milk so it doesn’t spill everywhere. Once this task was complete, you get into the car, with 6 gallons of milk across your lap. She returns the cart, then gets in the car to start the journey back.