Good deed for the day.

I walked out of the house and turned down the Queenstown Road, joining the morning commuter migration to the station into town. As I walked, idly checking the opening prices on my phone, there was a loud clatter followed by a scraping noise. in the middle of the main road, some bloke had come off his motorbike and was lying spreadeagled in the middle of the traffic.

Naturally I did what absolutely anyone would do under the circumstances: run into the road waving at the traffic to stop to make sure he was okay. He was climbing to his feet and I helped him up and asked if he was okay. "Yeah", He said. "I don't know what happened there."
"Did you hit your head?"
"No. Just dented my pride a bit. Cheers". I helped him pick his bike up.

After making sure he wasn't hurt I turned away and at that moment I noticed that - well, you know when I said I did what "What absolutely anyone would do"? Turns out what I meant was "What I and nobody else at all would do", as all the other commuters were just standing there on the pavement without lifting a finger to help. Just watching silently, like pod people. As it become clear there wasn't going to be any blood, they all restarted their migration to the station.
"Forget it, Dave", I muttered to myself. "It's Londontown."