Ik & onaardige New Yorkers

DEAR DIARY: It was a Friday afternoon and I was at Pennsylvania Station trying to get home to Long Island. After being stuck in the subway for more than 30 minutes, missing two trains and having a vicious argument over the phone, I was standing quite morosely at the Kmart entrance. As a group of

DEAR DIARY:

It was a Friday afternoon and I was at Pennsylvania Station trying to get home to Long Island. After being stuck in the subway for more than 30 minutes, missing two trains and having a vicious argument over the phone, I was standing quite morosely at the Kmart entrance.

As a group of Wall Street types rushed by me to catch their train, my very heavy duffel bag fell on my foot and I was swung around by the speed of the oncoming crowd, making my very new, very expensive wristlet fly out of my hands. Its contents - my bank card, my credit cards, the cash I had just taken from the A.T.M., my train ticket and my cellphone - scattered all around me.

A group of young men in Mets paraphernalia started walking my way, pushing their way through the crowd of people and forming a wall around me - and around the scattered contents of my wallet. One of them grinned and said, „A damsel in distress.” Two of them helped me collect my things.

As I stuttered to thank them, one young man leaned toward me and whispered, „Let’s see a smile now.”

I smiled. He grinned. „Yup, it’s a winner. You’re very welcome.”

Stunned, I watched my heroes walk off into the rush-hour throng.

Ailia H. Rizvi

New Yorkers hebben wereldwijd de naam ruw en onaardig te zijn. Of dat terecht is? Ik hoor graag jouw ervaringen. Ooit schofterig behandeld of juist vriendelijk verrast?