Oh my goodness… this reminds me of an awful story. Our large East Coast US city has put a big tax on cigarettes and soda. Our little suburban town is right on the border with the city, so the main roads leaving the city are littered with small shops that sell cigarettes and soda, sometimes beer and other low-alcohol content drinks (our state’s liquor laws are archaic, and based on the “rules” of our religious founders). One day, my husband was at the closest little shop, buying a carton of cigarettes, and there was this old, shaky guy, trying to carry two 12-packs of beer, while limping along. He asked my husband for a ride home, said he lived “right around the corner,” so my husband agreed. He knew the reputation of the tiny apartment complex the guy lived in… it’s low-income housing where addicts, dealers, and poor single moms live because our school district is pretty decent. My husband drove the guy home, and even carried the two 12-packs up two flights of stairs. The guy couldn’t stop thanking him, which was all very well and good- until my husband got back to the car and saw the shit stains on the passenger seat. It was a nice day, so they drove with the windows open; the guy definitely had an odor to him, but my husband just chalked it up to poor hygiene and the fact that the washers and dryers in the apartment complex aren’t free. My poor husband felt stupid for doing a good deed, and used the cleaning supplies in the car before coming home and telling me what had happened. The next time my husband went to that shop, the clerks remembered him- they said they had watched what happened on their surveillance cameras, and almost went outside to warn him that giving the man a ride was a bad idea. They said it was very nice of my husband to do such a kindness, but that the guy was just bad news. That he came every, or every-other, day, bought a couple of 12-packs, and then hung around outside begging their customers for a ride home. I think that, without mentioning the shit stains left behind, my husband indicated that he had learned his lesson, and wouldn’t be giving the guy a ride again.