the hostess who took the honey-glazed spiral ham brought by her brother or brother in law, trimmed it down and served it as slices of ham because no one needed the fat or the sugar!
I read this to DH. His jaw dropped and he turned red with rage! (He blushes easily, and is a teddy bear.) We loves us some Honey Baked Ham.
Back on topic: In this case, the help offered was very good, and could have been badly needed by someone else.
I'm pretty sure I've told this before. I had fallen off a horse, and was badly bruised all up one side. About a week later, when all the bruises were beautifully colored, I sneezed. That's how I found out I had broken a couple of ribs in the same fall. Of course, it was the middle of the night, and DH was asleep, and I had to wake him up to take me to the ED.
He gets mad when I am hurt - mad because I am hurt, not mad at me. When he is really mad, he looks dangerous, as if he might explode violently any second. It can be really scary to anyone who doesn't know him. So, during intake, he is sitting back, angry, while I am talking to the very nice male nurse. He noticed the old bruises and my explosive-looking DH, and leaned in to quietly ask me, "Do you need a safe place to stay tonight?" Deity bless him! It made me laugh, which hurt. But I thanked him warmly all the same.
Another type of "help" I don't need is when somebody writes corrections in a library book, crossing out misspellings and writing the correct version in the margin, for instance. I can be a "grammar nazi" myself - but writing it in just distracts me from reading, even if I do it in my own books. And I've gotten over my desire to offer help online. It looks so pedantic in black and white...
Which reminds me of an author (E. B. White?) who told of a copy editor who changed his line from "The bull lay burred in the deep sand" to "The ball lay buried in the deep sand"! ...Just imagine how that copy editor would have done with e. e. cummings. (I'm hearing Mr. Bill saying, "Oh no!" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3eYkUHQFoVk