Of course I am not driving a car.
I hate driving cars.
I don’t even like sitting in a taxi.
I love the subway. Not only in theory. In practice.
I’m a New Yorker.
I move from point A to B.
And if this is New York and not London. We drive cars on the right. Not the left.
Same goes for pedestrians.
Walk on the right. Move quickly from A to B quickly.
The only obstacle will be one more khaki-clad gang of tourists standing around, map in hand. Dispense your civic duty; direct the tourists, scatter them on their way.
And then move. Keeping to the right.
Imagine; we are all in the airport moving along on a giant motorized sidewalk.
And if I thought it went without saying, I wouldn’t be saying it.
The same goes for the subway.
Up on your right.
Down on your right.
In Brooklyn, they prompt with arrows.
Save a girl some trouble.
Don’t send me out pre-dawn with a yellow can of paint and a brush.