Once my sister and I were in Pittsburgh at night together after work and this guy came up to us to ask us for help claiming he'd run out of gas and he'd just moved here and blah blah blah this whole long story... My sister was feeling more generous than usual (she later said she only offered to help because when she's around me she's inspired to be kinder to people) so we let him take us to where the nearest gas station was to help... But on the bus, we just kept getting further away from the main part of the city and into this shady neighborhood. So my sister fought the dude to get back the money he'd taken from us and we ran off and I still have no idea what would have happened had things gone a little differently... Then we went home and shared a huge pot of macaroni and cheese and swore never to tell our mother.