On my better days, I’d pass this test. I know this because I live across the street from a crowded supermarket and this sort of jostling happens all the time.

You won’t understand us and, frankly, no matter how hard you try, you won’t fit in.

Understanding comes with time and effort, sometimes a lifetime’s worth. As does fitting in, although I agree with you that this might never happen. Thanks for commenting.

a) Say “Hey @#$#@%^, watch where you are going”?
b) Reach for your piece and cap the dude?
c) Say, “Sorry” and mean it.

It takes generations to get to “c”. The key part is “and mean it”.

Lovely as it is to be a destination of choice for American lefties: please stay home. It’s taken decades to get over the damage done by the draft dodgers of the Viet Nam era and, frankly, we really don’t need more BDSers; we have more than enough of our own.

No, stay in America and see if you can’t manage to shift the culture - which we can’t keep out - away from the glorification of cop killers, gangs, prison and crack. See if you can’t manage to get your media to stop obsessing about Paris and Lindsey and Britney. See if you can’t create an inclusive medical system. See if you can’t create a functioning educational system or a realistic approach to copyright. Whatever will keep you occupied.

But, please don’t come to my country. You won’t understand us and, frankly, no matter how hard you try, you won’t fit in.