To the Nice People

I've been pleasantly surprised lately by the niceness of random strangers. I don't live in a city full of friendly people, but apparently there still are some out there. Two days ago I was at Costco loading the trunk after doing some shopping. A greasy mechanic guy came over and lifted the large watermelon and gallons of milk into the car. Wow, I really didn't expect that. If I still lived in Utah I would, but not here. Today I was steering a large cart full of groceries out to the car and realized someone was walking right behind me. Once again a rough, grimy looking man told me he wanted to put the bags in my car for me. I was shocked again. Both times the guys that helped me did not look like friendly people, but I guess that's exactly why we aren't told to judge. My faith in humanity is being restored! Now the question is, are these people really that nice or do I look that large and uncomfortable that people can't help but feel bad for me?