People who know me will agree that I'm slow to ask for help. I will accept it if I'm tackling something clearly beyond my experience or strength. But if it's just a matter of reaching up for something...
And yet I was defeated at Sainsbury's a couple of days ago. The wine I wanted - two bottles of Merlot at a good price - was up on the top shelf. I could see those bottles, which is more than the short woman next to me could, but I couldn't get my hands near them - I've got rather short arms.
So, without a moment's thought, I went up to a tallish man nearby.
'Oh, excuse me, but could you please help me, and reach for those two bottles of wine up there?'
What a nice chap. He abandoned his own shopping, and set to. Even he had to stretch, but he got both bottles down for me and placed them into my hands.
'Thank you so much!' I said, and gave him a dazzling smile. One of those wonderful moments when you know you've passed 100%. I glowed with inner satisfaction. And top marks to the man, who only got a nice 'thankyou' for his trouble. But it was pleasant being the 'damsel in distress' and I'm guessing that he got a little kick by responding so successfully: mission well accomplished.