*Addendum.

I would also just like to say that at least 15 people watched me dig my car out, and didn't offer to help. This would never, ever happen in Texas. If you get a flat on the side of the road in Texas, someone stops to fix it for you. If you're moving, someone offers to carry your mattress. If they see a girl in any sort of distress, they stop and help. They carry your luggage for you. They carry your groceries. They call a cab on their own cell phone for you, using their own precious minutes. If you're stuck in a ditch, they help you get out. They say, "Hello, how can I help?"

They don't avoid all eye contact, and snicker as they walk by. They don't watch you from the window, and laugh.

They bring you a cup of coffee, they come in droves with their own shovels, they call their neighbors, and they dig you out -- smiling the whole time.

Once I saw a kid get in a wreck on my street in Dallas. So many people stopped to help, one guy even ripped off his UT shirt, and wrapped it around the bleeding kid's head. Do you know how important UT shirts are to people in Texas? But this anonymous bleeding kid was more important than his most prized shirt. So yeah, they literally do give you the shirt off their backs in Texas.

If you wrecked here, they would just honk, and tell you to move...while you were unconscious and bleeding, they would be screaming profanities at you for blocking the road.

Totally different world here.