there was no interest, even REMOTE, in attempting to be helpful in any way. when we were on the steps of st patricks, a lady was asking me where something was, and i stood there and took the time to explain it to her. my family was laughing at me being the one to do it, but i said, well for heaven’s sake not another soul would bother to tell her, at least i told her what i could!
That’s the problem with the city. No Southerners to be polite and helpful.