This morning, in the supermarket parking lot. Elder woman with 1/2 gallon of milk visible through a store-branded plastic bag is walking with great effort towards the entrance. A college guy on his way to his car with a small bag says something to the woman who stops, smiles and hands him the bag. He offers his arm and walks her into the store at her pace and dirty-looks a driver who tries to scoot past in front of them. Was she returning bad milk? A small kindness.