It happened to my Dad. It’s now happening to me. New York stiffens your attitude and drains your patience.
I used to be one of those walkers that got out of the way of upcoming people traffic. Not anymore. Now, I’ve become one of the ones that stand their ground and make the approaching person step around you.
Occasionally, you’ll get a pedestrian just as rigid as you in your walking ways. But I’ve been winning a bunch of those lately, primarily because I refuse to lift my head up out of my jacket into the bitter cold. The tortoise beats the hare.
Children and women, of course, always get a pass. Give them the right away. But the man with the briefcase is fair-game, as he’s thinking the same thing as you; he who moves first loses.
New York is a Darwinian environment. The trick is to keep moving forward without letting nudgy passerbys break a good attitude.