It was 3 A.M. at Meijer and and there was a guy at the uscan talking to a seemingly annoyed cashier. While I was scanning my stuff, he came over to ask me if I was going a certain way on Tyler Rd, which I wasn't. He said thanks anyway and started back before I stopped him. He had full tattoo sleeves and was getting all sorts of judgmental looks from the cashier and the other employee who was in the area, and the look on his face said that had been going on for a while. I felt like I had to stand up for him. I asked how far and said I'd take him. The cashier "casually" came over to me and asked if I was alone because he was creeping her out, and she looked concerned. I told her not to worry about it.
I couldn't just leave him there with those bitches. Culturally, we're supposed to say no to helping someone even when it's not particularly inconvenient and we don't have anything better to do. He said he took a cab there and was in the store for too long so the driver left. It seemed as though he had been trying to get the cashier to find a way to to call a cab company for him and nobody would help him. Honestly, I think the situation was more dangerous for him because someone could have taken advantage of his vulnerability.
So, he turned out to be a perfectly nice young man. I dropped him off at his parents' house and that was that. Surprise, I didn't get murdered.
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