I never turn down help from the feed store guys...I've not had a man helping me out in this life, so all heavy things, all things to be built and all things period have been done by me~until I could get my boys big enough and trained up to assist.  Now they are grown and gone, though.  To get an offer of help from a man is a rare and most exceedingly wonderful thing, so I'll take it when I can get it!  I can lift it..that's nothing I have to prove anymore.  
It's the fact that they offer and I accept gracefully, with thankfulness that there was ever an offer that matters to me.  I take it as no slur on my abilities...anyone can take one look at me and know I am no sissy and look a little further at what I drive and realize I'm not the average, delicate woman...just a farm woman.  Plain and simple. 
I usually have guys at the feed store asking me about how I rigged up my truck for the knocked down cattle panels that I scavenged and exclaiming over the innovative way I solved the problem of mounting them on the truck.  They know me and they know where I live...and they have no doubts about my abilities to do man stuff.  That's the beauty of living in a small, rural setting...  
 
   
When they offer to carry MY feed...it's a sign of respect for the woman who doesn't really HAVE to ask for help.  I take it as my due and carry on, thank the guys, smile and wave...they know full well that at the other end of my journey I'll be the one hefting that 100lb sack of feed into the feed barrels.  
