…the outcomes are not always predictable. Read on:
A citizen who prided, himself on being something of a Good Samaritan was passing an apartment house in the small hours of the morning when he noticed a man leaning limply against the doorway.
‘What’s the matter?’ he asked. ‘Had one too many?’
The man nodded.
‘Do you want me help you upstairs?’
‘Yup, the second,’ his hand pointing up.
The elevator door was open with no car in place. Not to be deterred, with much difficulty he half dragged, half carried the drooping figure up the stairway to the second-floor.
It was dark. Rather than face an irate wife who might perhaps take him to be an accomplice more at fault than her spouse, he opened what appeared to be the door to a hallway to the apartments and pushed the limp figure in with some effort.
The Good Samaritan groped his way downstairs.
As he was passing through the vestibule, he was able to make out the dim outlines of another who was apparently in a worse condition than the first.
‘What’s the matter? Are you drunk too?’ he asked.
‘Yup,’ was the feeble reply.
‘Do you live here too?’
‘Yup, on the second floor.’
‘Some party, eh? You want me to help you go up?’
…The Good Samaritan pushed, pulled and carried him upstairs. He opened the same door and pushed him in.
As he reached the front-door he discerned the shadow of a third man evidently worse of than either of the other two. He was about to approach him when the object of his solicitude lurched into the street, panic in his eyes as though he saw a ghost and threw himself into the arms of a passing policeman.
‘Off’shur! Off’shur! For heav’n sake, Off’shur! he gasped.
‘Steady, steady, what’s it? the policeman inquired.
‘Off’shur, protect me from that man. He’s done noth’ng all night long except carry me upstairs and throw me down the elevator shaft.’
Credits: Source unknown.