Easy Doesn’t Equal Right

I was sitting in the train, watching someone across the aisle from me struggle to wrangle their electric scooter under their seat. This person had a stainless steel insulated mug with what appeared to be a warm muddied liquid inside. She placed it in the walkway, but I saw immediatly that the butt of her scooter would shortly bump into the cup with any further scooter-scuffling. So, to avoid a muddy train, I scooped up her mug and held it dutifully until the scooter sorting finished.