I think in NY we try, at all costs, to respect each other’s privacy, but you go elsewhere and it’s all, “whatcha doin’?” which is shocking at first, but I enjoy it.
On the crowded air train back a girl was leaning over me and said, “Sorry, I’m gonna be hovering over you,” but I looked up and she… wasn’t looking at me when she said it, just out into space.
It’s a funny city.