this is what concerns me:

I’d finally emerged from my apartment at the crack of 3:30 this afternoon and was making my way up the hill to get lunch when the man in front of me prattling on his cell phone dropped a small wad of dollar bills on the ground. I yelled for him to wait and returned the money. He seemed grateful as he continued his phone call but the man with the sunglasses who’d been walking behind me snorted you’re nice, and it sounded like the most sarcastic thing I’ve heard in weeks. After I’d gotten my food and was returning home, I stopped at a light on Jones and a little Vietnamese girl in a baby pink jacket with white trim pointed at me from across the street and started yelling in a high-pitched voice that I couldn’t understand. A plaid-shirt hipster walked by and sneezed. I said bless you and then I was hit by a car. Well not hit so much as tapped I guess. The little girl thought it was funny. Or at least I think she did.