An hour ago I watched a retarded man carrying groceries stumble and fall to the pavement pretty hard. He was at the other end of the block and struggled to get up as a dozen or so pedestrians walked around and past him, making sure to shoot him puzzled or ambivalent glances. He was still on the ground when I approached a half minute later. I offered my hand and pulled him up, and he looked at me like I was some sort of Samaritan.

God I hate cities.