One night while I was walking through Columbus Circle a man was literally throwing a woman around and kicking/beating the shit out of her. There were like 30 people there, and one couple looked annoyed at having their make out session interrupted. So, being the busy body that I am, I got involved, since no one else would. I called the police and followed the woman for several blocks as she stumbled barefoot and ragged down the street. I stayed on the phone with the dispatchers, giving them a block by block update on her location and direction. About five blocks into this the dude came up behind me. I fell way back, so I could watch them both. The dude, in a very kind voice, said, "I'm so sorry you had to see that. Shit is crazy."
So, you're sorry I saw it??? But you're not sorry you were doing it???
I followed until the police showed up, and then I went to my hotel room and cried. Not from being sad, but from being angry. It was very callous for people to not even be bothered to pull out their cell phones and call on her behalf.