What was your "Boy Scout" act for today?

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So I'm at the gas station buying cigarettes and Gatorade (didn't need gas) and the folks behind the counter (always nice to me) are griping because some older guy in a car is gesturing toward them, but they don't know what he wants. So I say, "Maybe he has one of those disabled license plates and needs help pumping gas." The other customer lady confirms my hypothesis and brings in a $20 bill from the guy. I say, "I'll pump his gas. All I'm doing this afternoon is writing and going to the pool." So I go out, put my cigs and Gatorade in my truck (at my own pace) and then go check out the scene. He's maybe in his mid-70s, perhaps of middle-Eastern descent, and looks a tiny bit confused. I say, "I got you" and put $20 dollars worth of gas in his gas tank. I make sure not to lose the gas cap, replace it, and say, "You're good to go, Sir." He thanks me, I do a quick "namaste" sign to him, and we're both off to our respective destinations. Is it that frigging hard to be helpful when the cost to you is TWO minutes of your life? Don't ask The Horse why he prefers children and horses to adult humans. He might just give you a swift double-hind-foot kick in the ribs.