Two strangers and a neighbourhood map

Last night I had a rather lousy badminton session (I won't go into the details, suffice to say that I didn't really get to play properly) While walking back home, as I passed by the tram stop I saw two girls looking at the neighbourhood map there. No one ever looks at this map, so I knew that they had most probably just arrived by tram and didn't know which way to go. So somehow I got it into my head to go and ask them what place they were looking for. It turned out that they were looking for the Rotonde in INSA, and I was able to give them instructions how to get there (but then I'm pretty lousy at giving instructions when it's more than a few "go straight"s and turns, so I hope they found it all right!) Just after helping them out, I felt better...though only for a while before the memory of the lousy session came and drowned it away again...

Why am I writing this? I'm not really sure...I think that it's a little to remind me why I help people...why I go on doing so. To remind myself that it's worth it, 'cos, even if it's only for a while, it makes me feel good. Not worthless. Comme quoi je sers à quelque chose.

Also, I think that in a way, those girls there reminded me of myself sometimes, when I take public transportation to a new place, reach the stop and find myself at a loss as to which way to go. And it costs nothing to help.

[the post title is a play on the song title two beds and a coffee machine by Savage Garden]