I'm feeling like I'm the hero that saves me

My sign fell off up at the allotment, and today, I repainted it and sanded it.  While I am at my new job tomorrow, Si Will varnish it for me. 

Today, we picked up a hitchhiker.   

Not something we would typically do, but we knew what his problem was, and we were a reasonable solution.   There are two harbours in town, well one harbour, two entrances.  One takes you to the fishing port, and is the farthest away you can possibly be from the town.  The other is the Ferry port, and it is in fact in the same place as the fishing port -but you have to take another route to it. 

The chap in question we saw battering down to the harbour - suitcase trunding along behind him.   We were going to look from the Life Boat Station and couldnt see what we wanted to see, and drove to the main harbour gate.   There he was. Standing looking at the ferry on the other side of the harbour wall. 

By the time we had turned and headed out - he was about 300 yards up the road.  He turned with the most pitiful look on his face, and I stopped about 30 yards ahead, and reversed back.   he was ever so grateful. 

It took us  a minute to consider. ...  I had an experience with a "hitchHiker" before.   The kids were still small enough to both be in car seats and a woman stepped out in front of me. 

"I need to get to the town, my daughter has been taken ill and i need to get to her before the ambulance leaves". 

"of course I said", get in. 

Tooli was in the back. Boy was in the front. 

I Made sure she was buckled in and then set off, smiling reassuringly at Tooli in the mirror, and then I glanced to the left.  The woman was pulling a pillow out of her bag, placing it against the window and making herself comfy. 

As we reached the town, she suggested I go via Ayr Street, and she could pop into the Fish monger, and then Portland Street for the baker before I took her round to Church Street where the ambulance was waiting.   

Since Both Ayr Street and Church street, were no more than 100 yards from where we were, I suggested she got out there and then, as I had somewhere to be, and did not have time to move her around town for her shopping. 

She harummphed and clambered out, squishing her pillow back in the bag. 

What a nightmare.  What did I almost let loose on my kids?