Proof...?

While I was making plans to move here, someone told me that DC is a cool place to live and that there are lots of young people, but "people don't go out of their way to help you." I would just like to say that, for the record, I have not found this to be the case. If they don't want to go out of their way to help, how would one account for:

1. The man in the turning lane on Nutley St. who honked his horn at me while I was standing at the crosswalk to tell me to hold down the crosswalk button longer so the little green man would pop up and give me the right of way?

2. The woman at the first mattress store I went to who, even after realizing that I wasn't buying one of her $3000 mattresses, proceeded to give me advice on what kinds of mattresses to buy and what kinds to stay away from as I shopped?

3. The man at the third mattress store who gave me a free frame AND delivery for my new mattress before assuring me that "we love Southern girls here in Virginia."

I mean, these are prime examples of human kindness at work, right?

Well...except for the mattress guy who I'm pretty sure just wanted to go out with me even though he looked about 40 and sells mattresses. In fact, I'm absolutely sure of this, considering he gave me his cell phone number and told me he'd love to show me around the town sometime and to call him if I needed ANYTHING.

But the other two people were definitely going out of their way to give me advice...right? Maybe people just like me cause I'm nice. Or else I just have this look of wide-eyed fear that they interpret as innocence.

In any case, the first few days here haven't been so bad and I've run lots of errands and gotten lots of things situated without help from anyone. But I'm definitely missing my family and the less crazy traffic of Clover. You can't go wrong with just one stoplight.