A woman stood on her doorstep looking at me.
“I wonder if you could help me.”
I walked up to her. She invited me into her house.
“Before I come inside”, I said, “I need to ask. Are you a mad axe murderer?”
She assured me that she was not and led me into her kitchen.
“I need to switch off the fridge, but the socket is in that cupboard and my arms aren’t long enough to reach it. I’ve tried everything.”
I knelt down, stuck my hand into the cupboard, flipped the switch, accepted her thanks and headed back out to finish my run.