Today while shopping, I pulled a typical Jill-move and was making my way through the store to the ‘cassa’ (cashier) with my arms full to the brim with product.
I shop this way on purpose sometimes; I do it to preclude my greedy little hands from reaching out for the delightful products en route to the cashier.
Sicily has several “home” stores that are set up in an Ikea fashion. There is one smallish entrance and the store meanders in a predetermined pathway through the various areas of the house. You never really know where you will find certain items, unless you memorize the layout or have a clairvoyance that escapes me. Thus, when my hands are full, I either have to put something back to pick up another good, or I have to just say that I don’t really need it anyway. I like this method.
And yet, I was delighted when a store clerk stopped what he was doing to unburden my hands. This man made me stop when I was about halfway through the store’s predetermined pathway. He grabbed a shopping-basket-on-wheels, took the items out of my hands, shooed me away as I tried to put the items in the basket, and perfectly arranged my goods so that I could continue through the store with ease.
While I did end up buying a few more items because of this, I have to admit it was much more comfortable to pull my items along behind me. The gentleman was so kind and pleased to have helped me, yet he shrugged off my thanks with ease and returned to his work.
I’m not much for chivalry, and the Sicilians have a way of helping each other out that is a step beyond chivalry.