One day I was walking from the store, disgruntled and angry, carrying two heavy bags. I was having an internal dialog with myself, resenting and complaining about life. "Here are the men went, only to be at home on the couch lying on the couch, and you these bags carry! Soon all the hands will fall off!" - was going around in my head.
And then a man I don't know runs up to me and says:
- Young lady, you're having a hard time! Let me help you carry your bags at least to the entrance!
I was stunned. I looked at the man in surprise, thanked him, but refused the offered help.
Telepath...
The stranger looked at me like I was crazy and said:
- Young lady, do you want help or not?
I immediately lost my resentment toward the entire male gender, and felt so pleasant and happy that I didn't want to burden a stranger with my problems. I thanked him again and refused to help him.
- Then don't complain that men don't help you! - the stranger took offense.
To this day I wonder how he read my mind so easily?