The day before yesterday I was walking, when I saw a young lady in need of some help. Her car was stranded, out of gas and blocking the street.
She had taken the time to make two handwritten signs, but apparently made no effort to move the (fairly small, light) car.
I went to the back to push, telling her to put it in neutral. She said she couldn't do that. I got in the driver seat and quickly put it neutral, brake off. Returned to the back and pushed. It easily moved forward.
I told her to steer to the right. She steered to the left, back into the center of the street, and going beyond a space on the curb. She was babbling that her phone battery was dead. I said I would let her use my phone.
About then, another fellow came to assist. I signaled to him she was crazy, with circling motion towards my head.
She saw me, and stated "that wasn't nice." Instead of help her further, I walked away. A snowflake. More concerned with "feelings," than results.