Predictable.

One time I offered a complete stranger a ride, from in front of a Wal-mart.

She sat there on that bench in front of the store intended for sitting, clad in clothes that regular people wear when they aren't trying to impress anyone but are just feeling all right with themselves, and maybe thinking about yardwork later if the weather stays nice. Her shopping bags were strewn about her feet in varying positions, some of them upright with the plastic handles teasing each other in the wind and yet others lazily on their side exposing her vulnerable choices in consumer goods. She sat there comfortably with all of those uncomfortable bags and I heard her call a cab. 

I offered her a ride instead. I took her home, and she was thankful and nothing bad happened just like it's not supposed to.