I was in Downtown last night and this drunken bum starts trying to cause trouble with a friend of mine. Talking trash. This particular friend could have taken this guys apart, not mention probably broken everybone in the guys body while doing it. I step in to break it up, hoping that I don't have to see human entrails lying all over the street. So I start talking this guy down, telling him that nobody wants to fight him, everything is going to be okay, just relax. The dudes whole attitude changes, he suddenly becomes overcome with a gentleness and a quiet, and looks at me and "oh, I get it...its okay, you're gay arn't you?"
See what trying to be a good samaritan gets you?