You pulled me back from a golf cart and walked off with a red towel

I was crossing the road near Playa Norte when a golf cart came around the corner too fast, and you grabbed my arm and pulled me back. Then you looked mortified, said sorry in two languages, and walked off with your red towel. I should have thanked you instead of standing there. The cart did not even honk. I think about it every time I cross, and I have started to cross very slowly, hoping you are on the other side with the towel.