it’s hard to live in the city

02Nov09

There’s a nasty rumour going ’round that says New Yorkers are mean.

And to be fair, it’s kinda true.

But every so often you’ll witness a little act of kindness that knocks you for six and reminds you there’s still some good in the big bad city.

Like that time I missed my bus to the subway and would have most definitely been late for work if the nice driver on the Express bus hadn’t stopped and offered me a lift. Or the little old cab driver that opened my door, gave me a hug and told me to ‘please be a good girl tonight’. And not forgetting yesterday, when I accidentally ended up in the wrong car on the train and the conductor let me out at my stop anyway.

It really is the little things that count.

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