Inherent in all New Yorkers resides basic talent for offering medical or emotional advice to those in need.
Its true.
One morning walking along Caton Avenue on my way to the subway, I glanced behind me to my right, having been startled by an unusually aggressively honked horn from a man in a pick-up truck, most likely on his way to a construction site. The object of the vehicle’s boisterous blast was a thirty-something, lanky bearded fellow with glasses. He was not diddling a smartphone, or chatting with a friend, nor was he being willfully disrespectful of the ton of steel hurtling towards him… The man was just kinda, day dreaming.
“Drink some Fuckin’ Coffee!” the man in the truck yelled at him as he drove by.
I thought that was very considerate advice.
New Yorkers care.
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