The guys at the counter saw her coming, but didn't step in to help her get to the counter to get the information she was seeking. So, I put my gentle hand on her shoulder and asked if she needed any assistance.
She said, "Oh! Thank you! I'm looking for the pizza joint down here."
"It's about 30 feet ahead", I replied, and she was on her way.
I felt good about lending a hand (although I didn't expect her to need directions to a food place in Penn Station of all places).
As I left her, an electric wheelchair came out of nowhere and ran right into my ankle. And then sped away.
I was the victim of a hit-and-wheel.
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