While crossing 37th Street at Third Avenue this evening -- while pushing Andre in the stroller -- I instinctively gave a dirty look to a guy who almost didn't stop at the red light. I really think he would have blown it if he could.
When the light changed to cross 37th Street to 38th Street, said guy turned toward me in his car, stuck his head out the window and shouted, "Why don't you move your fat ass, bitch?"
I have two issues with this:
#1. I do not have a fat ass.
#2. Who on earth shouts this at a woman with a baby? Was this guy raised by wolves?
New York City never ceases to amaze me.
