Me and Gunsmith's all-purpose chant, "make a law, make a law". It's sarcasm, of course.
So. Whaddaya want? It's New York City; they think they're the center of the world.
Should we focus on their narcissism, or should I explain how pissed off grocery store aisle meanderers leave me? How about the ones that leave their carts in the middle of the aisle and wander off?
How about the other day, the guy who got so enraged that I pulled out of a store parking lot in front of his speeding ass too close for his convenience who tail-gated me around the turn, cut around and in front of me before roaring off? At which I engaged the V-8 and returned the favor until he slammed on his brakes; then he pulled into the left lane at the stoplight, waited for me to pull even and proceeded to call me an f'n bitch, you don't f'n tailgate ME you f'n bitch.
I made sure the doors were locked, hit the up-window button and kept eyes front. Because I carry. Otherwise, there would have been further .... exchange.
This is life everywhere, where ya got the aware and the oblivions.