Yesterday, immediately following the power problems in my neighbourhood, I went out for a walk to buy a few items. I wandered past the bank and noticed a woman at the cashpoint looking somewhat distraught. She inquired as I passed,
“Do you have long fingernails? My card is stuck.” Her card was indeed stuck, about a half centimetre protruded from the slot in the cashpoint machine. I attempted to pull the card from the machine but it was jammed and clearly not going to budge so I suggested to the woman that she inform the persons in the bank. She said that she didn’t want to just leave it in the machine so I offered to go and inform the bank. The bank, sadly, was closed but there was a woman behind the counter so I politely tapped on the door. She mouthed something about being closed so I gestured towards the machine and mouthed that the machine was broken. She ignored me and went back to her paperwork. I banged on the door again and she tried to ignore me so I banged slightly harder and when she looked up pointed at the cashpoint machine. She again ignored me then disappeared from sight around the corner, remaining behind the counter but out of sight. I was left waiting for some more seconds so I banged hard on the door and she finally scurried out from her hole and opened the door, first putting the security cord across behind it so that I couldn’t (had I been trying) kicked the door in. I tersely and aggressively told her that I didn’t appreciate being ignored when I was trying to help them (the bank) and one of their customers, something which was completely beyond the realm of my responsibility. I told her that her attitude was ridiculous and told her to sort it out then walked off. Unfortunately it’s my local bank, where my current account was set up. I’m going to have to go in there tomorrow to check the details of my account during september because I’ve lost my statement for that month and something important did or didn’t happen…
Was that just a bit of a day in your life or what? Do you feel punished for being a good person? Are you afraid to return to the bank?
Bloody psychologists! You mention one little incident and they think you’ve developed a fucking phobia!
No, Adler, I’m not scared to return to the bank, just dreading the reaction of this ineffective, sad little woman. I don’t like to intimidate people unless it’s on my own terms…
I do to an extent feel punished for doing a good deed, but I got my therapy by bollocking the woman when she eventually opened the door, now I just think of it as slightly humorous…
See, I’m right—again!
Sounds to me like the bank clerk IS a psychologist 
There is no shame in helping people no matter what happens. I believe that if there is a god his general plan is to kick you in the ass for helping out others. Why this happens is a mystery to me. I think it means that he likes you.
remembers when he was thrown into a wall headfirst for trying to help out
Alright… the world is mean… let’s move on.
Maybe it’s like how people are nicer to strangers than to their friends because they know their friends will tolerate the abuse… 
Or how your girlfriend is always nicer to other people than she is to you because she knows you’ll put up with it and is secretly frightened that no-one likes her…
Maybe that’s just my girlfriend.