New York, New York
Ahh, it's been years since I was in New York, and I do love it.
Generally, people seem to be much more polite than over here: Rush hour with a stroller and 3 kids - no one complained. Asking directions, everyone was polite and friendly, unlike London where commuters treat tourists like plague carriers: Very fast, purposeful walking and a frosty demeanor - and if that doesn't deter, a sullen pout and deep sighs.
I know! I perfected this myself!
There was a noticeable personality change in Central Park however. The mid section, reserved for exercise, brought out some very angry people for some reason?
We perambulated gently around a jogging track in the wrong direction, with a forbidden stroller, then crossed cycle lanes (on foot). I admit I had the temerity to pet a dog - momentarily reprieved of the 'yanked lead' as the owner stopped to stretch.
3 adults, 3 kids. It seems that within these confines, I am an "Idiot" and ... well words to that affect with various expletives.
I'd feel bad that I forced the otherwise delightful New Yorkers into rudeness, but I can't help thinking that jogging in a park on a lovely sunny day should be a calming, relaxing and enjoyable thing to do, and even before our obstructions, no one appeared to be enjoying themselves.
No harm done (though we might have come close) and I expect the transformations back into Dr Jekyll happened regardless of our interference...
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