"Yes, you should."
The occasion? My car had died. That is to say, it needed the attention of a mechanically-minded person who was able to administer electricity to the appropriate place. I had intended to wait until Saturday, when I would not be at work and therefore at liberty to wait for the NRMA to come and get me started so that I could drive my mechanical baby in to get some much needed TLC. I popped in in advance and was told that this weekend coming was the one weekend of the year that he wasn't coming in. (I'm not even going to jokingly accuse him of being a selfish so-and-so, I like him too much. Besides, it's his birthday on Saturday.) I must have put on a disgruntled expression, though, because the mechanic who talked to me then asked me what suburb I lived in - and offered to drive out there and get the car started for me and bring it in. (It was only two suburbs away.)
I said "Yes please."
It was done today. What's more, it turned out to be the battery that was bad. It had been replaced only 6 months earlier, which means that it was still under warranty. So the whole episode cost me nothing more than the aggravation of having to go grocery shopping by bus this Saturday just gone!
And the lovely mechanic? His name's Gordon, and he runs Mechanical Care in Belconnen, Canberra. And he bloody well deserves a plug from me.