Today I saw a kiddush New York.
See, I was driving, and stopped at a red light, and spacing out, and my car started drifting, and I hit the guy in front of me–who was driving a very fine mercedes.
So what do you think happened? Nothing. He didn’t get out of the car, didn’t honk, didn’t flip me off, didn’t slow down and scowl at me–nothing.
If I’d have merged in front of him at a merge, he would have cut off my head. But bumping him? Big deal, that happens every time you park!