Yesterday I was picking up a new pair of shoes at a local department store. There were two ladies in line in front of me buying a number of home decor items, including a largish area rug. They finished checking out and started wheeling their cart out the door when the person at the customer service desk told them that the carts had to stay in the store (which is sort of a **bleep** policy, but anyway).
About that time I had finished checking out and was walking toward the exit/vestibule where they were trying to figure out what to do with the rug. I offered to carry it to their car for them. They graciously accepted, and thanked me for being such a gentleman.
Please deride me for being a paternistic mysogynist.