I recall a twitch where a carload of four of us was due to depart at 04.00. One of our crew, Jim, was renowned for his lateness, which can be very irritating when repeated several times and when time is of the essence. This time, he was early, causing a plan to be hatched. He got into the back of the car and we hid him, covering him up with a huge pile of wet weather clothing. One of the other crew members (Dave) sat beside him. When the fourth member of the crew (Tony) arrived, I said we'd leave on the dot of 04.00, whether Jim had arrived or not. At 04.00 (in darkness), we left, with Tony believing we'd finally snapped regarding Jim's tardiness. As we came to the motorway, Tony asked if we were sure we didn't want to go back for Jim. I asked Dave if he agreed we should go back. He did. I then asked Jim if he thought we should go back (for him). A muffled "Yes" came from under the pile of coats, followed by a protracted, slowly-dawning silence from Tony. His explosion of expletives was creative and lengthy.
Tony's credentials in terms of kindness to his friends was never higher; Jim was late, as usual, for the next twitch.