Thank you for the lime and for pulling me out of the rain

The roof of the market at Psar Leu leaks in exactly one place, and on a very wet Tuesday afternoon in rainy season I was standing under it. A woman with a basket of limes pulled me two steps to the left by my sleeve, laughing, then handed me one lime for no reason. I held it all the way home on the motorbike, in one hand, which is not advised. It smelled like the whole afternoon. I went back the next day and stood two steps to the left, in case. Nobody pulled me anywhere. I bought five limes.