Ashamed

A few nights ago, staying in Edinburgh, I was standing outside in the street having a last smoke before bed. It was around 2 in the morning. A young couple, who had been snogging fairly energetically nearby for a while, approached me, clearly rather drunk. But they were friendly. The man asked me if I knew where a certain street was. I told him I was sorry but I didn't. Could I at least tell him which direction was north? Nope, sorry, not from around here, can't help. Now this was all while my hand was on my iPhone, in my jeans pocket. You know the iPhone, the one with Google Maps and a compass built in.

I have simply no idea why I didn't offer help. None at all. They weren't aggressive, and actually he was very, very sweet. I'm quite ashamed. They wandered off, happily enough, but I went to bed a bit sad with myself.