The other day I was heading home on the 7th/Metro station when this slightly heavyset woman in a wheelchair with a brown poodle-type dog on a leash asked for my help.

Now, when people usually ask for my help on public transit, it’s about asking me directions – what bus line to take, what direction the train is, etc.  This request was not that at all.  After some conversation, the request came out to -

“Can you help me get to 7th/Flower?  I’ll be really late to my bus if I try to get there by myself.”