Work has been utterly exhausting- you're sore and tired, exhaustion gnawing on your bones. So the last thing you need is a strange man squeezed between a dumpster and a brick wall calling out to you.

"Hey, hey! Give me a hand, won't you, darling? I'm in a bit of a, uh, tight squeeze here."

He looks a bit like a lost puppy, sitting there. Maybe a little more sinister, but that's besides the point. He's looking at you with such an eager expression you find you can't really say no.