I agree with bon bon. Most of the unwritten rules that NYers adhere to can be boiled down to:

• Be aware of your surroundings.
• Don't impede other people.

Would that the rest of the world (coughUNDERGRADUATEScough) could follow the code of the NYers.

Commuters who stand right in the subway door, I am looking at you as well.

Yeah, I probably should have said I will do it to most people in the way, but if you live here and you're still in the way, maybe it's because you're the kind of person who will push back. So I'm slightly more wary.

On the whole NY/Boston thing, I've never been able to figure out why in NY I never seem to have to do the whole bob&weave thing to get past my fellow pedestrians that drives to absolute bugfuck distraction here in Boston. The coming head-on dance thing is bad enough, but the worst is that when you're approaching people from behind to pass them in Boston, they seem to sense it and veer INTO your path. Has everyone just absorbed the way the drivers here cut everyone off into how they walk?

I've never been in NY long enough to figure it out why this doesn't happen there, but it is crazy making.

3. Everyone gets inexplicably yelled at by cabdrivers, homeless people, and Duane Reade employees, so don't let that bother you.

And yet, still better drivers than in California. By far.

That may be, but we generally are good about pedestrians.

Or collect right in front of the entrance to the subway.

Southern Californians do this at elevators. Like, nose to the door. And then are shocked and amazed when they're mowed down by people exiting the elevator. Makes me nuts.

Let people that are inside get out, THEN enter the elevator. Sheesh.

I think I figured out why I am so damn crabby today. I am in more than normal pain, stupid shoulders. I just had a sharp ping when I turned around and was like "OH, right, those hurt, quite a lot, maybe that is why I want to picka fight with everyone." Dear fibro, fuck off.

People have always been helpful to me in New York. More than once, I've had a New Yorker go out of his way to get me headed in the right direction, muttering about tourists all the way. I fear that in the South, people can be more polite but less helpful.

I put Boston as the scariest place to drive for non-natives. People will pass you on the right in your same lane. Drivers sit at lights with one foot on the break and one foot on the accelerator.

Atlanta drivers most noted bad trait is the complete inability to merge. Going to the end of an on ramp and then stopping Does Not Work.

Let people that are inside get out, THEN enter the elevator.

I put Boston as the scariest place to drive for non-natives.