I was sitting outside on The Bench this morning when a van rolled up to deliver a parcel to my next-door neighbour, but they were all out at work. The courier (it was Yodel) could hardly totter up their path and he looked extremely woebegone. I was rather worried, he looked so ill.
I called over to him and said I'd take in the box. He was so sweet, and said it was very very heavy so he would put it in my hall for me. (Strong Polish accent) I quickly nipped indoors and got a £10 note out of my bag, plus a bar of chocolate, to give him a little boost.
I thought he was going to cry. I know they never have time for a cup of tea or I'd have put the kettle on.
Poor poor chap. :(