Heh. We went back to NYC for a few days when I was 15, and I was...well, a little nervous. We were on our way back to our hotel one night and this drunk guy was following us (or so I thought) and, of course, I was freaking out. We used to live in NYC until I was 4, and my parents were well-versed in ignoring people. My mom allayed my fears by saying "All we have to do is nudge him and he'll fall over."
And I was surprised about the traffic, not there was so much of it or that people walk between lights (hell, who doesn't?), but that the cabs didn't stop when the WALK sign lit up. I actually wanted to say "'Ey! I'm walkin' 'ere!"
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