We shuffled backwards, vaudevillian-style, until we reached the bathrooms, but the moment she was within feet of the door, she flung me aside and leaped for cover. The door slammed in my face as I struggled to regain my balance.
Another time, I was coming out of a McDonald's when a man started out of the parking lot in his car. On the roof of his sedan was a cardboard carrier with four sodas and two large bags of food. I stepped out into his path, pointing to the roof of his car like an airplane attendant does when parking a plane.
The man looked at me in horror and swerved around me, squealing his tires as he sped for the exit. His sodas splashed onto the pavement; the bags of food went flying into the street. I bet he didn't discover his mistake until he reached home and the kids asked for their Happy Meals. He must have thought I was trying to solicit a ride, money, or - eek! - something else from him.
In either case, I did not get the keys to the city or a citation for my citizenship. I got nothing for risking my neck, other than horrified looks, but that is why it is called a random act of kindness. It is not often that one attempts such an intrusion. I succeeded in my efforts with the pantyhose mishap and failed in saving the family's dinner, and if I had to do it all over again - I would.