Schrödinger's slapstick
It had been pissing down in Bristol for months, so everything was miserable and underwater. In an effort to cheer myself up, I wandered into town (across Bristol Bridge, fact fans) to buy myself something tarty.

On the way, I skirted the huge puddle that had formed with the grace and elan of a were-gazelle. On the other side, I came across (as in "encountered", not in a filthy way) a blind chap pottering along, oblivious to his imminent peril.

After briefly debating whether helping someone could be considered being patronising, I stopped him and warned him of the huge puddle. I then helped him onto a higher path that was dry.

Good deed of the week, done. +1 to me.

On the way back, I was mildly interested to see an ambulance blocking the path. It seemed that the higher path had been washed away by the rain and that some poor bloke had taken a nasty tumble.

I still don't know if I was a gent or a twunt that day. Although given my track record, I have a pretty good idea.
(csdaveuk, Mon 6 Oct 2014, 11:57, Reply)