I was running a errand in downtown Chicago over lunch, which took me to Michigan Ave. A man asked me if I could spare some change for a Viet Nam veteran. Not having any change I declined, which led him to sputter, "Well, why don’t you go back to Germany!"
Deciding that such marvellous incongruity could not go unrewarded, I dug a dollar out of my wallet. After he snatched it from me, he tried to spit on me.
Maybe 20 steps more took me into the Fine Arts Building - http://www.ci.chi.il.us/Landmarks/F/FineArts.html - a lovely old lady dating from 1885, originally incarnated as a Studebaker showroom. For some reason it gave me considerable pleasure to be taken to the seventh floor in an attendant-operated elevator.
Walking back afterwards, my primary thought was that folks who don’t live in a few big cities would be highly unlikely to enjoy this particular confluence of experiences.
You have any recent “only in a big city” vignettes to share?