[NYCVirago]

How about pedestrians disregarding crosswalks, and instead walking willy-nilly across the middle of the street? I drive on 34th Street every day to get to work, and I have to dodge these morons who think they're too good to wait for the light and use the crosswalk. The worst ones are during the evening -- unless they're wearing reflective clothing, they're an accident waiting to happen.

[tcostell]

I used to live on 48th Street and 8th Avenue. It was VERY crowded, and attracted a lot of tourists (Theatre District). It was my experience that Native New Yorkers were extremely polite and helpful, but only to each other. the Tourists from Japan were also excellent. always aware of their surroundings, and quick to get out of the way. By far the worst were the tourists from the heartland. They had never seen buildings so large, were usually a bit overwhelmed, and were oblivious to the fact that someone else might actually live there and be in a hurry.

I even had a tourist get angry at me once for pushing the revolving door from behind them. (In Manhattan we call that being polite) She had wandered into my apartment building while the doorman was helping another tenant unload a car.

This woman stood in front of my home spouting profanity in a Minnesota accent because I was trying to help her with the door.

And they say New Yorkers are rude.

[henbane]

"I can't stand when people are standing at the corner talking to their friends or rubbernecking," she said.

How about when two or three people stop to chat just a couple of steps outside the automatic exit door of the supermarket--keeping the door open because they are in the danger zone--and effectively blocking the exit.

Always tempting to yell "Gangway" and nudge through them with your full carriage.

[Gumlegs]

Somehow, I always seem to get stuck behind the guy who appears to be walking in invisible hip deep water. Arrrrrgh!

[sheik yerbouty]

In my youth I worked in the garment center toting bolts of fabric through the streets, darting between carslike a matador in the corrida. The alternative was to get whacked by the aformentioned cars. In those days, most New yorkers were very adept at crossing the street without benefit of nannyism.