[21twelve]

Visiting NYC in 1976 for the Bicentennial my folks and I got lost on the bus and couldn't figure out which bus stop to get off on.

Some gal said “Oh - I'm getting off at that stop - just follow me.”

She gets out and we get out. My dad says “Well that sure was a nice coincidence that you had the same stop as us! Thank you!!”

“Oh - you're welcome. But my stop was about a mile back, but I knew that I couldn't explain where to get off. Have a great vacation!”

[hanamizu]

“Oh - you’re welcome. But my stop was about a mile back, but I knew that I couldn’t explain where to get off. Have a great vacation!”

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On my second trip to New York City (my first was when I was four) I found, to my surprise, New Yorkers were friendly and quite pleasant. I was expecting the cliche, but my experience mirrored yours.

[firebrand]

I was always told how rude New Yorkers were.

One morning when I was still commuting from New Jersey, I dropped a whole bunch of change somehow—on the ramp on the way to the shuttle train!

Everyone who saw that happen immediately ran to pick up as many coins as possible—and brought them back to me!

A few years ago I walked a group of tourists to Lincoln Center because I knew I wouldn’t be able to describe the intersection and how you would get to the Center from Broadway. But I was going that way anyway. Not so heroic.