Overheard in New York highlights the heartwarming conversation that follows when “A tourist mom with three teens in tow halts in the middle of the block, causing two suits and several other people to crash into them.”
I won’t reproduce the dialogue here. Click through if you’re in the mood for a massive dose of Noo Yawk vitriol. I don’t know how you’d pick which of the participants here are more self-absorbed—the tourists who act like they’re the only ones on the sidewalk, or the “suits” who can’t be bothered to watch where they’re going. I guess on that count they’re even. But for me arrogance is a greater sin than momentary cluelessness, and I have to wonder if the suits would have acted the same way if the tourist group had included just one big bruiser of a gentleman who appeared capable of pounding a spoiled stockbroker into a grease stain on the pavement.
I believe anybody who ever lived has plenty of reason to be humble, and that’s why I don’t accept arrogance from anybody. Not bosses, celebrities, or presidents.
Okay, one other point. Does New York have anything like traffic ordinances that govern the use of busy sidewalks? I’ve never heard of such, but after learning about alternate side of the street parking, I’ll believe anything.