Where do all the Good Samaritans live?

The saga of the dying van battery continues...Yesterday, when Rich went to check the battery for warranty info, before driving over to buy a new one, he yanked out the hood release. Oops! Then, today when we went to Rancho Cordova to buy Sees Candy, he forgot the lights were on because of the fog. So we ended up with a dead battery again (but fortunately no annoying and unstoppable alarm! Of course, now we also have no power locks, but that's a story for another post.) So there we sat with no way to open the hood and a dead battery. Thankfully, the hood had popped just slightly and we could get it up. Within about 30 seconds, a nice man driving something like an '85 Corolla offered to give us a jump. We were out of there in about 5 minutes. Rancho is on the "bad side" of the tracks around here. Yet the comparison was pretty significant to me. In Folsom, Rich and I sat there for at least 45 minutes last week before we could find someone to give us a jump (and we were loudly, obviously in need of some help, let me tell you!) Despite this, no one noticed and offered. We had to ask around. Yet in Rancho, just about the first guy walking by offered to help. Maybe it's because that guy knew about having a dead battery? In Folsom, everyone drives new cars! Anyway, it's food for thought.