Watch Where You’re Going!

Recently, I took a trip to New York City, hoping to see some of my favorite smooth jazz musicians. Personally, I’d say the greatest musical achievement we’ve ever had was smooth jazz—I could spend hours on elevators, if other people weren’t taking up all my space with their briefcases and backpacks. 

So, instead of sticking to my record player at home, I decided to find some like-minded people, and I attended a jazz festival in New York. New Yorkers understand good music, don’t they? 

Of course, there were way too many people, and too many of them on their phones. I left angry, but I still had a few days to explore some of the boroughs of New York City. That, of course, is where the trouble started. 

Trying to Cross the Street in Brooklyn

I had made it to Brooklyn just fine, and let me tell you, I didn’t know there were that many people and dogs and screaming brats on the planet! In a word, I hated it! Still, I had business to attend to, and I wasn’t going to stop for them. 

So, I was just minding my own business, crossing the street, when a taxi flew out of nowhere and lightly bumped me. I stumbled and caught myself on the hood, and wouldn’t you know it, the driver honked at me! Personally, I’d never been so insulted and assaulted in my life. I didn’t bother moving out of the street—I called a Bronx personal injury lawyer right then and there! 

Oh, people could honk and police officers could fuss all they wanted, but these were my rights on the line. I had been hit by a car, and it was none of their business how I attended to my own suffering. 

Disrespect for Elders at an All-Time High 

Now, was traffic moving at high speeds? Not exactly. Was I badly injured? I wouldn’t say physically. Was I crossing the street at a crosswalk? Well, I don’t see how that’s any of your business. 

But that doesn’t mean the emotional impact of my anger is anything to scoff at! The disrespect for elders I’ve just witnessed is obvious, and it’s only getting worse, I fear. In a few years, no one’s even going to ask to help me cross the street, too busy with their phones. 

I always say “no, and get away from me while you’re at it,” of course, but it’s the sentiment that matters. 

Now, I think I’ve had enough of this city and its rude inhabitants. Really, I should just move right out of the country. Maybe I’ll find people who have a little respect in them if I do.