Unthinking Altruism

My friend took me out to lunch the other day. En route in his car we came to a narrow stop-light intersection in a construction zone, with cars backed up. When the light turned green my friend held back to allow a truck to exit an establishment on our side of the road and cross our lane and into the oncoming lane. This caused another delay, so that by the time the truck cleared our lane there was only an opportunity for our car and one or two others behind us to get through the intersection. 

            It struck me that my friend, in being considerate of the truck driver, was failing completely to take into account the needs of the many car drivers behind us. The more effective altruism, therefore, it seemed to me, would have been for us to drive ahead and hope that, when the light turned red, some driver would stop their car far enough behind the stopped car in front of them to allow the truck to pass through while all the cars were stopped anyway.[1] 

            When we got to the restaurant, my friend very jauntily told the maître d’, who had apologized for keeping us waiting at the busy lunch hour, that we were in no hurry. However, in this gesture of consideration for the wait staff, my friend did not consult me. I eventually told him I was “starving” as I watched the waiter, perhaps under the maître d’s direction, casually going from table to table while ignoring ours. It may well be that the staff interpreted my friend’s remark to mean that we preferred to take our time and just chat before any food was served. 

            I conclude that my friend’s altruism was spontaneous but not reflective, and that the two elements working together make for the most altruistic altruism.


[1] This reminds me of the following rabbi joke:

A priest, a minister, and a rabbi are playing golf. Up ahead of them is another group, who are taking a long time to move forward. Finally the rabbi turns to the caddy and asks, “What is taking those people so long?” “Oh,” replies the caddy, “they’re blind.”

Upon hearing the caddy’s response, the priest exclaims, “It’s a miracle! Blind golfers! I’m going to call the Pope.”

The minister chimes in, “We must start up a charity for blind golfers. It’s the right thing to do.”

Then the rabbi says, “So they couldn’t play at night?”

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