Helping your fellow citizens is often a little different over here in Amsterdam.
I live on top of a coffee shop. It's nothing more than a take-away. Get in, buy weed from a little window, get out.
A young man approached me when I wanted to unlock my door. He gave me 5 Euros and asked if I would buy him weed (because he isn't 18 yet). I said yes.
I stepped inside, went to the counter and said "Weed for 5.". The guy placed three little bags on the counter and I took them. Turns out this is wrong. I should've chosen one of them.
I: "Oops, this is my first time."
He: "Did someone send you?"
I: "No, no, I just moved in..."
The next day, an old woman in a wheelchair waited in fornt of the coffeeshop and kept knocking the door. "Mag ik u helpen?" I asked. I stepped inside (there is a small stairway in the entrance) and told the guy: "You have a customer here."
Whereas in other countries you help old ladies across the street, here you help them buy weed. Good times ...