Walking home from work in the rain, down the usual park path you happen upon an adult lady walking in the opposite direction, a pouty frown on her face as her eyes land on you.

She keeps walking past, her wet skirt and wrinkled blazer swishing as she continues. The wind whips up her wet messy hair, but despite her situation she keeps up the strong determined face of a working lady.

You wonder if you should have given her your umbrella as you keep walking on.