Olaf the Norseman is shopping at a store when he goes over an old woman in a wheelchair, practically in tears. “What’s wrong?” asks Olaf.
“Gracious,” wails the old woman. “I need to examine the frozen puddings be that as it may, as may be obvious, there are three stages down into the chiller cupboards.”
“Don’t sweat it,” says Olaf, lifting her onto his back.
“I’ll take you.” Olaf walks around the chiller cupboards with the old woman on his back.
She chooses a few puddings and places them in the bin he is conveying for her. At the opposite end the old woman’s significant other is holding up with her wheelchair. “I’d truly prefer to thank you,” says the old woman as Olaf puts her back down in the seat, “yet I don’t have any idea what your identity is!”
Olaf simply waves and strolls off. “I was truly stressed over you,” says the old woman’s significant other. “What have you up to?”
She answers, “Indeed, I’ve experienced the pastries on a Norse with no name.”