At one point we had hail the size of large marbles and winds over 70kmph strong.
So, I was sitting in the Walmart McDonald's when the worst of those storms started (because they have free wifi, cheap coffee and Scott is working until 10). As the winds hit up, a bunch of shopping carts came flying out of their ports. By now, there was a crowd of about 30 people in the McDonald's just watching and going "Well, those cars are about to be hit."
As I was standing there watching, it suddenly occurred to me how I would feel if I came outside only to see that my car had been hit by a shopping cart and crowds of people had watched it happen. So, I did the only thing I could think of: asked the couple next to me to watch my stuff, and took off through Walmart, out the doors and into the torrential downpour.
The water in the parking lot was over a foot deep, and there was no way to avoid getting soaked. So, I ignored the consequences and ran forward (ever tried to run through water over a foot deep? Not easy at all!). I managed to snatch five carts just before they hit the cars. I'd grab two, then run them back to the front entrance where the bewildered Walmart staff said "Thanks so much!" As much as I wanted to demand why they weren't helping their customers out, I just nodded and ran back out.
Eventually, I cleared about 8 or 9 carts out of the parking lot; the latter of them I simply secured in the port since there were wedges in that one to prevent them from rolling out. I turned to head back inside only to realize there was a cart headed straight for my car. I was too far away to do anything, and watched in horror as the cart hit my car three times. I took off after it and grabbed the cart before it could do any more damage, noticing the three lovely new dents in my car's back end. I suppose I should be grateful they are only little, but still... it really bites.
After that, Scott had to buy me new shoes on his break as my shoes are now unwearable (hopefully not ruined though), and I have been sitting in soaking wet clothing with no socks for the last two hours.
I guess the old cliche is true -- no good deed goes unpunished!
Do you have any tales of when you did a good deed and something bad happened either directly or indirectly because of it?