An elderly gentleman with a cane hanging from the handle on his cart. He's on his way to his car.
Two "thugs" in a car go up behind him and blast their horn! I was outraged. I went up to their car window and yelled. "This is somebody's father! This is somebody's grandfather! Do you want yours treated this way?"
I went over and helped the man put his groceries in his trunk. Helped him to the door, handed him his cane and asked if he was OK to drive. He said it happens all the time and thanked me for yelling at them and helping him.
The "thugs" slowly turned down one of the aisles and was leaving the parking lot. They were no longer laughing.
I probably shouldn't have done that. They could have had a gun.
I couldn't help it.

