Mensch

I am a mensch. That's what a woman said to me after I helped her cross the street. I didn't know that was still a thing, but these drivers in New York, they're crazy, they go so fast, and the bicyclists, don't get me started. They're terrible, terrible. And the bus drivers, they don't look where they're going. I'm not Jewish, the old lady said, but you're a mensch. Here's a quarter for your troubles.