Yesterday I...
...guided a slightly drunken and panic-stricken old blind guy the fuck out of the middle of a busy main road at rush hour whilst walking home from the city after work. None of those fuckers would stop and let him finish crossing, some even beeping and shouting at him. Yeah, that'll help. Arseholes.

I waved down the traffic on my side of the road (which didn't please the sour-faced tart at the front of the queue I had just created, but fuck her) and led him to the pavement. He was grateful and apologised for drawing me out of my way, but I was having none of it. He then asked if I could direct him to a pub as he'd reconsidered his need for another drink after his ordeal. The nearest I knew of was about half-a-mile back the way I had walked so he instead asked if there was a bus stop where he could get a ride there. There was one about fifty yards back so I deposited him there.

He offered to buy me a drink, but to be honest I'd already walked three miles and I was knackered before I'd gotten started so I made my excuses and told him to scarf one for me.

Sweet old guy with a stick, bunch of cunts behind steering wheels and me. All turned out alright in the end.
(thatblokeoverthere not quite as much an arsehole as I thought, Wed 8 Oct 2008, 17:05, 4 replies)

Does my head in too
This morning I was on my way to work and I saw an old guy with a stick waiting to cross the road. It was lashing it down (as usual) and yet none of the cars would stop to let him pass - because obviously their journey is SO important that they can't stop for one second in their warm and dry cars to let a poor old bloke cross the road.

I stopped to let him accross. And stuck two fingers up at the whore in the Range Rover behind me who was beeping and gesticulating. If you're that late, love, you should set off earlier.
(Half of Stephen Fry's right buttock pissed on your dog on, Wed 8 Oct 2008, 17:18, closed)

Good for you!
It's heartrending to see how many people will not delay their journey by a maximum of 10 seconds to let someone across.
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Wed 8 Oct 2008, 17:40, closed)

That reminds me...
..of my first proper visit to Scotland. Came out of the pub late one night with a few friends and about ten yards down the road was the most pissed scot I've ever seen (that tells you something!). He wobbled a couple of steps toward us and fell into the gutter. Of course we all rushed forward and helped him up. Ready to do the decent thing and help him home we asked where he was going.

"To the pub mate. Nearly there!"

Fair play.

ETA: Agree about the cunts in the cars. Of course, beeping at me always makes me drive faster...

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(robbersdog, Wed 8 Oct 2008, 19:21, closed)

Hey! Welcome back Thatguy
Where ya bin?

I've missed you.

Have a welcome home *click*
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Thu 9 Oct 2008, 9:35, closed)