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Good Samaritan, Bad Samaritan

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LAist was driving along Tujunga Boulevard near North Hollywood Park this Saturday, minding our own business, enjoying some Weekend Becomes Eclectic, and pondering the recent prolific nature of potholes on city streets (thank you, record year rainstorms) when one of our tires met such a pothole with a pronounced bang. We didn't think much of it, after all, we hit those darn potholes all the time these days. But when we got to the light we realized a van had pulled alongside us and was signalling for us to roll down our window. What? "Your hubcap fell off back there!" he told us, and we expressed our thanks and pulled a U-turn in the 7-11 parking lot so that we could go back and hunt the thing down. While our ride isn't exactly pimped out with stellar rims and the like, we know we can't just go about popping off hubcaps willy-nilly. We scoured the street, but, alas, no sign of the precious metal. So we turned around again and went searching up the way we'd first came to no avail. One more pass, we thought, and then we'd have to give up. But, wait--what was that? Up on the right was our Good Samaritan, holding the filthy hubcap in the air like a flag. He waved us over, and before we could flip on the hazards and hop out to retrieve our goods, there he was, bending over and snapping the cap back in its rightful place. He patted the hood to signal he was done, and we barely got out a "Thank you!" before the traffic behind us urged us to move forward. A Good Samaritan in the wilds of the East Valley! What a treat.

LAist took this as a sign of karmic balance to compensate for the Bad Samaritan encounter we had last week: Our trust ATM card was cloned like a Scottish sheep and used to withdraw $1000 from our modest checking account. We think this happened, perhaps, during a casual swipe at a gas station, although we can't be too sure.

The moral of the story is this: While you can't trust where you swipe your ATM card in the City of Angels, it is awfully nice to know that you can still rely on the kindness of strangers. Hats off to our Good Samaritan, and a big, nasty, boo to the Bad Samaritan.