“Hey neighbor... sorry to bug you. I’m having trouble starting my lawn mower... can you help me?” She says to you in a sad and frustrated tone. You look over at her, she’s in her white robe, she looks a little down but as beautiful as ever. A true damsel in destress. “Of course I can. I’ll be right over. Let me set my coffee inside.” You say running back in your house the set your coffee and the newspaper down. You skip back over to her house excitedly. She left the front door open for you. You walk in. The house is clean and very quiet. She’s home alone. You see her out the window standing on her deck in the backyard so you head out back. “Okay So is this the mower right here? Would you like me to just mow your lawn for you? I wouldn’t mind.” You say looking at her smiling. She’s looking down. She raises her sad eyes to you, “sure actually thank you. I would really appreciate that. I’ll brew some coffee for when you’re done.” She says walking into the house.