I once got very drunk in my twenties and was unable to board a tube train so I just sat on a seat until I could focus. Eventually, when yet another train pulled in, I mouthed the word 'help' to a female who saw me. She got off the train and took me all the way home to my front door. Lovely girl from Rome. Never met her again. Given that constituted just a few hours of time I suppose I can't claim to have had an interesting life and for all I know Italian girls may make a habit of doing this sort of thing so it may not even be unusual. I also met Phil Lynott.