I'm secretly evil...

I was walking to the bus stop from work this afternoon and saw a man wearing a Michigan State hat. He was obviously lost, given his annoyed look and the fact that he was intensely staring at a map of downtown. I thought for a brief second (just a teeny tiny millisecond really) that if he asked me for help, I would "accidently" tell him the wrong way. But luckily he didn't, and I probably wouldn't have done anything mean, given that I don't want to sink down on the Dante's inferno chart. Plus, the guilt would have killed me.