Coming back on a crowded train, I watched a very homespun looking older gentleman, definitely a tourist, accidentally hit a Hispanic kid in the face with his elbow.
If I had to guess, I’d say he hailed from Oklahoma or Iowa having a front porch gleam in his eye.
I watched the kid reach for his nose to see if it was bleeding, his face clenched like a fist.
Like any New Yorker who has seen it all, I waited for the explosion…hey watch it man…what the fuck.. but was greatly surprised by the reaction of the older man who took his palm, gently touching the young man’s cheek without saying a word.
I watched how that moment of potential aggression was nipped right in the bud.