When I was traveling, strangers tended to do really nice things.
I was finishing up a 45 day Amtrak pass in 2011 and making my way back to the east coast when Hurricane Irene was expected to hit. Amtrak cancelled all service east of Albany and because it was an act of Nature, didn't hook passengers up with rooms or bus tickets. It was looking like I was going to be stuck in the 518 while the first hurricane in who knows how long went inland and ripped up Western MA and SE Vermont. This gal I'd been hanging out with since Chicago, where we did get a free hotel downtown due to a layover, had her parents hook me up with a ride to Springfield. Apparently she hadn't been home in a few years and was living on an Anarchist commune, her parents were super Christian, and this was their reunion. Anyways, I was probably pretty gross and they were really kind to me, drove me, fed me carrots and peanut butter with raisins, and tried to give me some money. Dropped me off at the Basketball Hall of Fame and went on their way. That was a real cool, nice thing