Very nice of you, hope it turns out for the better.
Few months back, I was going to my friend's new apartment but got a little lost on the way, sidetracking about two streets for a while, when I saw this lump of clothes -looking thing on a sideroad that was quite slanted on a hill, then it moved and I realized that it was a person, so I went over to ask for help.
It was this soon-to-be-retired, probably 57-59 -year-old woman, drunk as a skunk, seemingly trying to go home from the local pub that was just around the corner, and she had fallen down. I asked if she was alright, she seemed unhurt other than scraping her hands, you know, drunks usually fall softer. Anyway, I then saw that she was in no condition to walk anywhere, and almost fell down and I could hardly keep her up on the sharp hill. I decided to call her a taxi to get her home safe, but she said "I kknoww wwhhhere I llivee, bbut I donnn't rememmber thhe address." So I decided to walk her home with a helping shoulder. She told me that she had been down for the count for at least 15 minutes, and calling for help, and there were people just passing her by, ignoring her pleads, which made me sick to hear.
In the end, her living "close-by" ended up being around 6km away, and as she was leading the way so to speak, we took some very badly lit detours through foresty backyards and little trails that were riddled with tree stumps/roots, so it was basically stumbles galore for both of us, I was lucky to be able to hold her upright the whole time, even if it took a very long time to get to our destination.
The funny thing about this, however, is that she thanked me, called me an angel and samaritan etc. but then half-way to the trip started prodding deeper, like "Which party do you vote for?" or "Why did you help me, I don't deserve it, do I, you're pretty stupid, you know?" and stating things like "You must be a hippie and drive a bike in the night without lights on" and "You probably buy Fair Trade coffee and contribute nothing to society", which were confusing the hell about me.
Basically, she was overtly happy that someone took their time to help her home safely, but at the same time calling me names and ridiculing me for doing that exact thing. Got her to her door, and she lived in the fourth floor in an house with no elevator, when she suddenly tried to... seduce me? Asking me to come in for some red wine and fun to really "thank me", hugging me tighter. I declined, told her Good Night and dodged a grannyish kiss on the mouth just barely. But still, I helped someone in need, no matter what her response.
Moral of the story: Help people in need, but prepare to be ridiculed for it by the helpee.
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