The woman who used to live next door to me was exclaiming over her dead car one morning, getting really stressed, worried etc - I offered to help, couldn't jump start it, so asked her if she needed a lift anywhere local, thinking it must be really urgent if she was getting herself in such a state.
Oh yes, that's great, she says, and hollers to her 9 yr old daughter who comes out in her school uniform - you know where xxxxx school is, yes?
Yes, I do. It's opposite my church. Literally a 5 minute walk away (I know, because I know exactly how late I can leave it before getting out the house to go to mass!). So I drove her, because I'd already made the offer, but boy, was I fuming! If she'd spent less time panicking over her car and walked, she could have been there 10 minutes earlier!
AND the place was chokka with cars double-parked and parents unloading their kids, so it took me a good 10 mins to get near enough to let her out! THEN she wanted me to wait to give her a lift back!!!
Mind you, I'm in no position to complain, my OH has the car surgically welded to his arse, he drives to the corner chippy (you can see it from our house, it takes less than a minute to walk there, before we had dd I used to wind him up by leaving the house just after he'd got in the car and getting to the chippy before him!)