Ugh, chivalry is truly dead. Maybe I'm old fashioned, but I don't think I could in good conscience let a woman walk down the street with a load of groceries and not at least offer to help out. It wouldn't even have to be AnnaSophia Robb sporting the hot spandex tights around her perfect ass. I used to help out an old professor of mine drag her carts of textbooks up 4 flights of stairs every week. Being a big, strapping male, I'm usually compelled to render some assistance to those who I perceive could use some help. I once helped a guy move into his apartment on a whim. Didn't know him, had never even been in that part of town, but the poor guy was trying to drag mattresses and furniture into his place alone. You gotta help that guy out, come on.
Then again, I don't think it's possible to be a nice guy in NYC. Any situation involving a guy walking up to a woman on a street offering to help carry her stuff would probably become something akin to a personal assault in progress. You ever watch those movies of psychos on NYC subways? Look at the people around the psychos. None of them look up or look around, no matter how crazy the shit gets. They're all staring at the floor, doing their best not to attract any attention. You can't be outgoing and helpful in that environment. Even if AnnaSophia was dragging a grand piano down the street, they'd just have to let her struggle on, lest they completely freak out the rest of the herd. That town is nuts.
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