Last summer I walked in a garage with a motorcycle. Suddenly a guy. He says:

Do you have a pump? I am here from the houses opposite (three hundred meters). I return in 20 minutes.

I give him my favorite foot pump. It is 2 hours and there is no pump. I was upset, realized that I was sick, and left. In the evening I come, the guard calls me:

You were asked to give a pump, a bottle of beer and a thousand apologies...I was so offended that I thought badly about a man.