The Local, the Tourists & the Psycho Killer

Today on our weekend walk we encountered three archetypes commonly found in the New York City Area.

The Local -39th St Flea Market Stall Owner, burly guy, t shirt, flannel shirt, sweatpants.

Local: He's a French Bulldog, right? There's a lot of them come to the market these days. Whats his Name?
PL: Eti
Local: Eddie, Come here big guy. Look at the muscles on him. You fellas have a nice day now.


The Tourists -Mr and Mrs British Tourist, elderly couple, church clothes.

Mr. British Tourist: Oh he's a lovely fellow isn't he? How old? Two? We have a Boston you know. He's a charming chap isn't he.
Later
Mr. British Tourist: Look dear there's that fellow I was telling you about.
Mrs British Tourist: Oh he's smashing isn't he. We have a Boston you know (she points to a Boston brooch on her lapel). Look at him foraging (I was investigating a crumpled paper bag on the ground). Oh you are gorgeous.


The Psycho Killer -Man on the No.1 subway train.

PL: May I? Pointing to a free seat half inhabited up by large man already inhabiting one other seat.
The man makes a small movement. PL tries to squeeze in
Psycho Killer: Don't start that fingernail sh*t with me. I'm in a bad mood today. Goddam m***f**** fingernails.
PL: Fingernails?
Sherpa jolts as PL gets up abruptly and moves down the train.