This morning on the way to work, I came upon a pair of squirrels moving slowly across the road. I don’t think they noticed me, so I slowed down to avoid making squirrel pancakes. They finally saw me, moved aside, and then expressed their appreciation for my act. They said I was their savior and they wanted to worship me for the rest of their lives.
I told them that it was no big deal to me. I have good vision, good brakes, and a liberal attendance policy at work. I downplayed the whole thing, since I would hope that most people would have done the same. So, I thanked them for their offer to make me their King and Savior, but explained that I would feel kind of embarrassed and silly to take such credit for something that required so little effort from me.
Besides, what on earth would I do with a truckload of acorns, anyway?