Once upon a time
I saw an old man fall over and smack his head on the kerb. I went to help him as he flailed in the road and tried to get up. I got him to his feet and over to a nearby bench. He had a cut on his head, and there was blood on the kerb, and blood running down his face.

I asked if he was ok but he just twitched around, afraid of noises, saying he'd fallen over over and over again, not knowing where he was. I asked if there was someone I could call, who could look after him, hoping he'd have something on him, as he was evidently some kind of alzheimer's.

I sat with him a while and calmed him down. I got him to hold his handkerchief over the cut on his head to stem the bleeding. We were out the front of the council offices, so I looked to see if there it was open, so I could use their phone to call him an ambulance. Just then I heard cries of "Dad? Dad! Thank God!" from behind me.

A middle-class tweedy couple in their 40s ran from down the high street, the old man's son and daughter-in-law. They huffed and puffed and where visibly relieved. The woman nodded vaguely in my direction.

I was about halfway through the sentence "Just so you know, he fell over and really cracked his head on that kerbstone" when his son told me to fuck off.
(cs1ca, Mon 30 Sep 2013, 23:14, 4 replies)

You should have pushed the son over as well. Double points.

( BraynDedd Natasha Kaplinsky's labia majora, Mon 30 Sep 2013, 23:22, closed)

then pissed on him
and fucked his Mrs

Seems to be de rigueur this week
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Tue 1 Oct 2013, 14:29, closed)

Bonus points for hygeine fail
Putting a (probably snotty) hankie on an open wound...
(squigbobble existed, Tue 1 Oct 2013, 14:02, closed)

Stop degrading my gargantuan heroism.
(cs1ca, Tue 1 Oct 2013, 15:02, closed)