The other day I was riding a CitiBike down 7th Ave near the park, and hit a red light, forcing me to come to a stop in a crosswalk, obstructing the path of a guy who obviously works for a bike rental company, because he was walking two bikes across the street, something that's harder to do than it sounds. 

He stood there in disbelief, hurling a series of profanities at me at the top of his lungs. Usually when people do this to you in NY they're riding by at speed, or you're riding by, so there's no chance for the retort I had been saving for such situations.

"You have it so tough," I said. "No one has a more difficult life than you."   

A NYPD traffic cop, within earshot, heard this and laughed audibly. The guy with the two bikes laughed too.  

Sometimes life works.