A real-life, face-to-face one:
My then-girlfriend-now-wife was in college and had to work in the campus computer lab on some project. At this time she was very unsure of using computers, and asked me to accompany her to the lab so I could help her. (The lab staff, while well-meaning, were quite over-worked and it could be a long wait to get assistance). So I'm there helping my sweetie, and another woman sitting nearby asks me a question. Being a nice guy, I helped her with her problem too. This goes on for a while, with me helping my wife and this other woman. Finally, I'm helping my wife with something that was (for her) pretty difficult, and the other woman started to ask me another question. I politely told her that I was busy, and I would help her when I could.
Well, the other woman proceeded to berate me loudly, in front of the 40 or so other people in the computer lab. "Why are you spending all of your time helping her?!? I may not be as young or good looking as she is (she wasn't), but it's your job to help all of us, not just the pretty girls! Now either get over here and help me or I'm going to tell your boss!"
I don't think I've ever seen someone blush quite so deeply when I informed her that I did NOT work at the lab, I was there helping out my girlfriend and had been helping her (the other woman) just to be nice, etc. I then smiled broadly and told her that if she'd just be patient, I'd still be happy to help her with her problem.
The poor woman stammered an apology, signed off the computer and left in a hurry.
Oh, and my wife is now technically savvy enough to have her own laptop, that she uses with a projector to do presentations in her classroom...all with no help from me.
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