I was rolling up a ramp and paused to center myself and push over the door sill. At that moment a couple came out of the building and seeing me pause, the woman asked if I needed help. I said, “No, thanks but I’m good.” She nodded and kept walking and I pushed up and over the sill and was continuing in. I heard this behind me.
“No,” she said, “he doesn’t need any help.” I don’t know because I didn’t see but I presume her husband was going to grab the back of my chair to ‘help’ me.
“No, don’t,” she said insistent.
“I’m just going to help him.”
“I asked and he said ‘no'” she said.
“He probably didn’t want help from a woman.” he said.
“HE SAID NO!” she said loudly, angrily.
“Alright, alright,” he said, “no reason to get upset I just wanted to help the guy.”
“He said ‘no’ you were right behind me, you heard him, he said ‘no.’
“Yeah, yeah, ‘No means no,’ I get it.”
“No, no you don’t,” she said, crying.
They went through the door I went into the lobby, and it was over.
But let’s review.
‘No means no.”