Oh, how you make me miss Chicago...!

I think that, perhaps, my favorite moment of dealing with the mentally-ill (or perhaps simply foreign) foreigners was when niemandsrose and I decided to take a cab during a particuarly affronting snow/icestorm, from the Wilson stop the three blocks to my apartmentl. He tried to take us the wrong way twice, then launched into a harangue against us as puny and weak, and how the world would be better served if we fell off the face of the planet. (She and I being fairly friendly in this entire interchange.)

Cabbies and waiters are miles different, obviously. It's part of why I ordered from Siam Cafe for as long as I did: regional, local neighborhoodism at work.