A couple of years ago I was in the car with my two kids waiting on a drive-through coffee stand. It was early in the morning, and I planned to take the kids to school after getting coffee for me, muffins for them. We were the first in line. In front of us were actually people on foot at the window buying their breakfasts. School buses were nearby, so I gathered that they were bus drivers. We continued waiting on the line, I was talking to the kids, and--I don't remember why--my son became completely incensed by something I said and called me a horrible name. I was, in turn, so mad that I grabbed his 300-pound backpack, threw it out the car window and told him to walk to school.
One of the bus drivers saw the whole thing. She went over to the backpack, picked it up off the ground, and came up to my window and started handing it to me. I stopped her in her tracks and told her that I didn't want it. Perplexity spread across her face as she continued to offer me the bag. She held it closer and closer to me. What, did she think that the bag fell out of the window? Aside from the impossible weight of the bag from the school books within, we were in a van! That bag couldn't possibly have accidentally dropped out of the driver's window! As she was about to push the bag through the window, I snarled at her like a Doberman Pincher encountering a baby in the 1980s. Perplexity turned into hurt. She skulked away.
My son got out of the car, picked up his bag and began walking.
The Point:
If we were in NY, and someone did see the bag shoot out of my window, they would pretend that they hadn't seen it. NYers mind their own business, even at the expense of their victims. Seattlites can not pass up the chance to be good Samaritans, even at the expense of their victims.
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