LOL last weekend in Prospect Park I saw a woman lying in the ground with her husband tending to her. She had turned her ankle or something like that. I was walking by with my son. I said “You good?” without slowing or looking like I was going to help and he said “Yeah we’re ok” and I was like “I’ll be back in 10 minutes and I’ll help you if you still need help.” I came back and he was gone.

I feel like NYers will give help if it’s really needed, but otherwise, we leave you to fix your own problems.

Later on I actually ended up at a birthday party with him and his wife! He was like “Thanks for your help, bro!” even though I didn’t do anything. I loved that.