All you had to do was stop walking and look confused and someone was offering to help you on your way.
At the airport, there was little but grumbling. Even though the lines looked like they snaked for a mile or more, we moved through fairly quickly. No one seemed at all interested when I commented the airtrain car was full of gentlemen when I noticed that all four men were standing so that the four of us women had seats. Nor was there any reaction when I pointed out a falcon exercising his wings on the railing beyond the platform. Maybe they all thought I had one of those silly Bluetooth thingies and was not talking to them.
Or maybe I am just practising too intently on my transformation into one of those
As someone who was painfully shy as a child, this is a little strange to imagine.
However, at least that makes for some good conversations with some interesting people on my walks around Manhattan.