They're not all bad apples in the big apple...
This revelation all began (once upon a time) this morning when, on my way to work, my lipstick somehow jumped out of my bag (I didn't hear it fall, or the woman behind me calling after me for that matter because I was too caught up listening to the NYTimes daily front page newscast and getting caught up on all of my news).  Suddenly, out of no where, this guy walking towards me grabbed my arm.  I seriously considered pulling out some non-existent kung-fu karate moves on him, but only for a nano second after I realized that it was 8:50 in the morning, and he was wearing, what could easily have been, a Brooks Brothers suit.  So in the end he was getting my attention so that I could pick up my lipstick.  Guess not all the stereotypes about New Yorkers are accurate...