My dad’s youngest brother by eleven years was working in NY in the early 80’s. We were living in Lisbon at that time and I seem to remember my dad being sent to NY on some business related affair for about five days. My uncle Guy, hot blooded and in his mid twenties, had been living there for over a year and had his finger on the pulse. I’m certain that once the bell had rung at the end of the working day he and my dad painted the city red over those five days. At some point they were sitting in a café or a diner grabbing a bite to eat. The weather was cool and they were sitting one table away from an open window that was letting a cold draught in. There was a woman sitting at the table next to the open window and my dad turned to her and said quite politely:
“Excuse me, but would you mind terribly drawing the window to a bit.”
“Would I WHAT!!??…” the woman spat back at my dad, her eyes popping out at him, before flicking her head around towards the open window and muttering “Fucking Asshole!!”