Never mind the money!

Late at night I was getting through Brewer St. There was a smartly dressed gent in the corner with Upper John St. He flagged me down. Even though his clothes looked decent his face was livid and swollen. He was clearly well soaked. He held a mysterious wooden box. "Hey! Can I sleep in your rickshaw for five minutes?" "Excuse me?" "I need to wait until that shop there is open." It was about 4am. "So would you let me sleep in your rickshaw, for a while?" "A brilliant idea!" - thought I. Now, it was a pure conjecture of mine, but I thought he might be a compulsive gambler waiting for some antique shop to open, so he could sell everything except the kitchen sink of his own or even somebody else's. Anyway my rickshaw had never been a hotel and I felt good about it. "Look! Let me take you to Balans Cafe on Old Compton St. They are open 24h. It would take us two minutes!" "Ok! How much?" "Just a fiver!" "What?! You said it was only two minutes away! A fiver to go there and bring me back here!" "I'm sorry but I'm not gonna wait for you there... I'm just trying to help..." "Oh! It's all right! I will survive!" He seemed offended. "Well, your life is not in a danger."- I agreed - "Have a good night!" "Never mind the money, mate!" He shouted after me reproachfully. Surely he didn't...