Dear The Little Wizened But Nevertheless Sprightly Old Man With The Green Shopping Cart,
You saw me huffing, puffing and panting, holding three bags of groceries and straining to carry them up the hill. You, with your wonderful mustache, cap, and strength, took them from me, put them in your green shopping cart, sprinted over to my apartment building and then fought me to bring them to my door. During this time, all I did was helplessly repeat "Thank you" while you talked to me in Spanish, which meant I didn't understand a word. I have no idea what poeta means, alas.
Then there's the awesome black lady who took my groceries from the door and brought them to the elevator for me.
Sprightly Old Man & Awesome Black Lady- I love you! And, my friend with the green shopping cart, you are in the esteemed company of the man from Isaac's Bake Shop on my list of favorite little old men. That is quite the honor, so you should be happy!