At the Times Square TKTS half-price ticket booth, when I politely asked for aisle seats, the vendor put up her hand, telling me to hold your horses. 

On the subway, a drunk solicited everyone for cash, one car after another.

On the subway platform, I moved out of the way for a woman with her suitcase, and a guy watching told me to be a gentleman.

We’re not in Toronto anymore.

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