Of course, you do. What's wrong with being helpful?

Banking on the hope that her parents are open-minded, not like yours,  and that she truly respects a man with confidence and courage, you just stroll over there like you own the place.  As you approach the room, the cute girl comes out to get more boxes from her dad.  You put your hands out in a position to hold one of the boxes and stare directly into the cute girl's eyes. 

   "Hi, I'm John from down the hall.  I was just wondering if you needed a hand?" you ask in your best "knight in shinnig armor" voice.

   The cute girl flashes an amazing smile that proved that she was enthralled by your confidence and guts.  But, before she could answer, her father broke in.

  "That's pretty nice of you," he said in a voice that wasn't exactly dripping with gratitude, "Are you the R.A.?"