Rush-hour in a Manhattan supermarket, and human nature is not seen in its best light.
My trolley being distinctly fuller than that of the lady behind me, and my manners being, of course, impeccable, I smile, offer her my place and say:
'Do go ahead of me'
She looks at me with a withering expression mixing pity and scorn.
'I can tell you're not from round here,' she sneers, before coolly taking the offered place. If this were a jungle, I'd definitely be extinct by now...
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