I was reading at the library when I got a phone call from my boss. She asked me to immediately return to home because of a not-so-unusual & escalating disobedient kids situation.
I got onto my feet and started to pack my bag. I eyed the cord of my laptop charger, the way it snaked itself over the floor, and ended up in a socket overly close to the feet of a random lady.
I approached her and gesticulated it would require her attention to resolve the situation. She read it and started to unplug my charger but was not able to get it out. She gave up quickly, and I had to help her. And so I successfully managed to unplug it under grant of an informal intimate zone intrusion permission. Once unplugged, I said, “Thank You”, and she responded “Thank You”.
It was an interesting Double Thank You for the help situation: I thanked her for permitting me to enter her intimate zone, and I thanked her for her initial failed attempt of helping me. Then she thanked me back for being polite and helpful enough to help her when helping me.