Sitting on the 79th Street Crosstown bus going West, when the gentleman next to me said rather loudly “really now.” I wasn’t talking on my phone, not wearing offensive perfume, an innocent. I quickly replied “what?”…and he just as quickly said, “oh, I’m just talking to myself.” Oh well, I certainly don’t want to interrupt the two of you. He laughed and thought my remark was amusing enough to call a friend,to tell him about this little New York moment. We talked a bit, and he told me he was a Catholic priest on his way to a hospice call, adding that he gives dignity and grace when most needed. I was happy I gave him a little comic relief.