Perhaps Chivalry Isn't Dead

Last night Bill and I decided at the last moment to see a movie (Premonition with Sandra Bullock and Julian McMahon). When we arrived at the theater I thought hmm, even though Bill is having to park in the back 40, I think I can walk all that way without too much difficulty (I fell and hurt my knee 3-4 weeks ago and am still having some problems with it). I neglected to take into consideration the length of time we'd have to stand waiting in line, and the flight of stairs up, then half a stadium flight down to our seats. Right before I reached my seat an intense pain shot through my knee and remained as a sort of dull roar throughout the entire movie.

After the movie, Bill left to go pull the truck closer to the door and I stood to make my way out. The moment I stood tears began rolling down my cheeks. I was so embarassed but even more than that, I was unreasonably panicked. Just then a big tall fella tapped me on the shoulder and asked what was wrong. I sniffled (how Domme-like) and explained. He said (and I am not exaggerating), "Aw shucks Ma'am, that's not a problem!" and promptly scooped me up and carried me out of the theater.

We hear so often of people who walk right by those in distress and don't attempt to help. Here in Mayberry that doesn't seem to be the case and for that I'm so appreciative. I know he'll never read this, but I just wanted to do something to acknowledge this knight in shining armor. He certainly saved me last night :)