Humbled by a car guard

A car guard came to my rescue one evening last week, when he saw me trying to lower my trolley from the higher kerbside to the parking area below. Like many Joburgers I tend to carry plastic and not much cash. Whenever this happens and I don’t have money to tip a car guard, I normally decline the offer of assistance. This evening, though, I allowed him to help me, visions of groceries strewn across the parking area of the local Pick and Pay running through my mind. As he closed the boot of my car, I asked him if I could show my gratitude with some apples since I didn’t have money on me. His face broke into a smile and he said, “It’s ok, if you don’t have money, you don’t have to give me anything. I helped you.”