I saw two men carrying a bed spring. It appeared they were carrying it for a long distance as I caught them crouching down as they took a rest. (Well don't pitch your tent there lads, because you are in the middle of the road!!!)
Although they were clearly struggling, I did not react to my desire to help them, and I kept walking. Normally this is when I start to feel bad for not helping my fellow man, but then I thought, "With a man on each end, what would I do? Awkwardly touch the middle left or middle right side of the bed as I NOT help these two men carry a big stiff LIGHT bed spring"
Finally my logic defeats my laziness.