This reminds me of the time I met my wife's father the first time. I went with her to visit family out west. We took a family picnic and a grill with us on an outing up in the mountains. Getting ready for a nice hot dog I asked for the mustard. Flipped the top and proceeded to spray French's yellow all over the front of his pants and shirt. It probably launched a blast a good 5 feet.

I'm from the east coast. This whole major elevation change thing is new to me. Great first impression fml

You might even say he's a dragon owl

Maybe he'll go be the backup QB for the Jets

I've heard a comment that new Yorkers are kind but not always nice. People from other cities are nice but not always kind.

I think if you throw out the outliers. Overly nice and total assholes you end up with an average of: if you respect our pace, space, and expectations of general etiquette in NYC, we are pleasant and enthusiastic about helping others in need. The best way to flow in the city and get help when you need it is to be chill and get out of the way when needed. If it's clear you're not completely oblivious to others or a total douche, we got you.

15% tip?

Cheap fk

Which I do. But in high traffic areas, taking your eyes off the road in front of you is also dangerous. And it's not just for cars, oblivious pedestrians walk right out in front of you all the time. If I'm on a street with no bike lane, I need to look behind me before changing lanes. That extra time with no forward visibility increases my risk to myself and others.

I mean the tires of the bikes

I don't think they necessarily need to be glass.

And I think you are overstating the likelihood of vandalism. People could also go around slashing every tire they see, and that doesn't happen, either.

I've had poor teachers in my life. I've had great teachers in my life.

Every great teacher I've had is a person filled with compassion for others and passion for educating. That doesn't mean lenient. Some of my best teachers pushed me very hard. Sometimes I didn't even like them. But every single one of them would be there for me if I needed them. At times I even took them up on that.

Nobody becomes a teacher for fame, money, or glory. Real teachers are proud of themselves and want to see their pupils learn and succeed. It's a selfless profession. The definition of compassion.