During a short subway ride on the C train from West 4th to Canal Street, I shared a car with (1) a diminutive hispanic man enthusiastically singing a soul version of “Mary Had a Little Lamb” at the top of his lungs, (2) a throng of squabbling French tourists stabbing the subway map with their fingers, (3) a fat, sweaty man wearing a Burberry-plaid shirt and a crocheted horizontally striped tie, (4) a mentally challenged midget squintily playing air guitar.

Can I say “only in New York?”