I have refrained from playing my Generation high G for
months.
More seriously, here's one that was done to me, rather than by me: Many years ago, when I was a poor college student in Portland, OR, I was on the way home from Fred Meyer with a bag of groceries. It was a long walk, and as I waited to cross a busy street, one of my bags burst open, spilling groceries all over the sidewalk. I stood there, not knowing what to do--too poor to leave the stuff there, but having no way to carry it home--when who should happen along but an elderly homeless man pushing a shopping cart. Seeing my perdicament, he smiled a toothless grin, and with a few kind words reached into his impressive collection and pulled out two plastic bags to give me.
Althouth it hit me at the time that it was extremely kind of a man in his situation to help a reasonably well-fed college student, it did not occur to my until several days later that I should have shared my groceries with him. He never asked and it seemed not to have crossed his mind, but it dang well should have occurred to
me.
Live and learn...
Tom