So, I did my good deed for the day. I stopped at the bank at lunch. On my way in from my car, a young blind gentlemen in front stopped me and asked if I saw a cab waiting around anywhere. I did not, and told him as much.
I went in, handled my banking needs for the afternoon, and came back out to see the blind (and likely frustrated) gentleman still outside with no taxi to be seen (or heard).
But as I headed for the exit of the parking lot, drving around to the back of the building, I saw a cab parked, the driver kinda sitting there looking around. So I pulled up and asked if he happened to be waiting to pick someone up, perhaps a blind someone. He was indeed. The driver told me he had originally dropped the dude off back there. Guess there must have either been a misunderstanding, or the poor guy just couldn't see that he was on the wrong side of things. But I felt good for having righted the error and gotten him on his way.
