A Helping Hand

New Yorkers get a bad rep for being “rude” all the time.  You say “rude,” I think you mean “fast.”  Yes, we move very quickly and don’t take kindly to things/people/strollers that happen to be in our way.

But ask a New Yorker for help and they will be more than happy to oblige.  Ask them for directions!  Ask them to take a photo of you with your family!  Ask them for recommendations for a good place to eat!  New Yorkers love doling out help all the time.  Like, take last week for instance.

My 1 train was delayed (see “don’t take kindly to things in our way”) and I needed to pee.  BADLY.  When I got to my stop, I ran into the nearest mall and up to the bathroom to do what needed to be done.

As I was exiting my stall, a woman rushed past me, threw down her pants, squatted down in the open stall across from me and began to urinate.  It all happened so fast that I forgot I was still staring in amazement at her just openly peeing, for all the world to see!

She caught my gaze.  We locked eyes.  In a split second, she had realized she was not alone.

“Hi, can you help me?”  she asked.  “Would you please shut the door?”

And so I did.

“Thanks!”  she called out from the now-privacy of her stall.

And so you see, New Yorkers are not “rude”.  We are more than happy to lend a helping hand to any pissing stranger in need.