To the guy on the 22 bus in the morning, who doesn't stop talking for the entire 25 minute journey, loudly...
To the girl at the next table at Astoria today at lunch, talking on her cellphone about how she'd just "die if I was a size 10"...
To the man outside the hospital with the SPUC poster lecturing me on the evils of abortion, prostitution, civil unions...
To the Estee Lauder counter lady who sprayed me in the face with some foul perfume and then proceeded to follow me around extolling the greatness of said perfume...
This has been a public service announcement.