. . . Can we please have some good stories... So I don't totally lose faith in mankind?
I was taught at an early age to distance myself from trouble.
Several decades ago back in Chicago my mother was going to the bank to cash a check, and suddenly a
swarm of police cars - lights & sirens- pulled in and surrounded the building. While other people were standing aound to see what was happening, without stopping, Mom pulled out of the parking lot, drove a few hundred feet, turned down a side street (to put some buildings between her and whatever was happening), and went home. She wanted
none of what was going on, and had the presence of mind to figure that if bullets started to fly, it would be
good to have some buildings between her and the shooters.
Postscript: Mom went back to bank the next day. She asked the teller "What happened?" and the other
teller began laughing. It just so happened that the teller she was at had transferred from another branch, where the "panic button" was in a different location - she hit it by accident. And a couple of dozen cops responded, assuming there was an armed robbery in progress. Oops.