I have two legs. See? One, two. They work too, both of them. I also have arms, a left one and a right one. And at the end of my arms, you will notice ingenious devices called “hands”. Quite clever, aren’t they?
By using these arms and hands in conjuction with one another, I can hold things for extended periods. And by operating my legs while holding things, I can carry those things…groceries, for example…from place to place.
Now, while my ability to carry things is limited, both by the amount carried and the distance, I can assure you, neighbour, that I am quite capable of carrying three bags of groceries from the bus stop back to my front door. So your offer to give me a lift in your car over the remaining 100 feet to my front door is not necessary. Oddly generous, especially since we’ve never met before ever, but unnecessary.
You should meet my other neighbour. She’s quite friendly too, and just as oddly concerned by the sight of me carrying groceries. Just two weeks ago, we were having a conversation…only the second conversation we’ve ever had, as it happens…and she said that she and her husband often saw me carrying groceries back to the apartment on foot, and would my wife and I like to borrow their car? That’s right, she offered to lend her car to someone she’s only spoken to twice in her life, just so that person wouldn’t have to carry groceries around! I was so surprised I had to look down at myself just to verify that I was still a healthy 28-year-old man and not, for example, a 75-year-old war veteran with no legs and no sense of direction.
Why yes, the people here are very friendly, aren’t they? I’m sure you’ll fit right in.
But no, I don’t need help with the groceries. But thank you for asking.