Crossing Broadway tonight, I heard the young woman behind me tell her companion, “That woman dropped a glove, shall I give it to her?”
I turned in time to see her pick up the glove in the middle of the street and then race ahead to catch up with the other woman. As our paths crossed, I told her that was a very nice thing she’d done, and that I hoped someday someone would do the same for her.
“I’m a New Yorker,” she replied. And continued on her way.