I'm a born and bred New Yorker, not the kind that move to the city in their twenties. Yes, there's a difference. I've lived in several US cities and countrysides. True New Yorkers are often the warmest, in your face friendliest, slap you on the back, people in the country. I'm glad you felt that too.
New Yorker here (who has also been to, and enjoyed, Montana several times). Here is the ironclad rule of crossing streets in NYC that all locals follow whether they articulate it or not:
1. If I cross now, will I die?
2. If no, cross. If yes, wait.
Nothing else comes into consideration unless you reach the edge of the street, but a parent is there telling a toddler “we have to wait for the light to turn green.” Then we wait to set an example.
I'm a born and bred New Yorker, not the kind that move to the city in their twenties. Yes, there's a difference. I've lived in several US cities and countrysides. True New Yorkers are often the warmest, in your face friendliest, slap you on the back, people in the country. I'm glad you felt that too.
New Yorker here (who has also been to, and enjoyed, Montana several times). Here is the ironclad rule of crossing streets in NYC that all locals follow whether they articulate it or not:
1. If I cross now, will I die?
2. If no, cross. If yes, wait.
Nothing else comes into consideration unless you reach the edge of the street, but a parent is there telling a toddler “we have to wait for the light to turn green.” Then we wait to set an example.
I can see the Cindy-Lou-Who resemblance.