
“People here are nice here” is one of those useless platitudes that doesn’t tell you anything real about the place. People are nice everywhere. Moreso here, maybe. The best way to demonstrate how nice people are here in Manly is to tell you about the one and only guy I met who was a complete asshole.
Here’s the scene: I’d dropped my kids off at school moments earlier, and now I’m standing on the sidewalk next to our cargo bike that can fit both kids on the back and serves as our local minivan. It’s big, maybe the size of a normal tandem bike. I’m standing next to it with my hat on, my bike helmet over my hat, sunglasses, and headphones. I’m looking down at my phone turning up the volume on my music and trying to decide whether I want to pick up a coffee or smoothie for the bike ride home (I opted for smoothie because I got a bit drunk last night and read something about how eating blueberries every day can prolong your life).
I now have my music on pretty loud and over it I hear someone yell at me, “Move asshole! You’re blocking the whole sidewalk!” I laugh and look up to say “hello” to the person, assuming it’s one of the dad’s from my kids class joking around with me.
I look up at the guy and turn off my music so we can catch up and I realize, “I don’t know this dad.” Then I think, “I must have met him at one of the dad’s nights out and forgotten his name.” I take notice of the guy’s dog, sleeveless shirt, and the fact that he’s only about four feet tall, and I finally realize that I just don’t know this guy.
People here are so nice that my next thought isn’t, “This guy is an asshole.” My next thought was, “Oh my god, this man is having some sort of mental health episode and I need to help him.” The notion that anyone I meet walking around on the street here would be such a shitbag still hasn’t occurred to me.
Now he’s past me and the stunning truth hits me: I’ve just encountered a guy who’s a jerk. Here, in Manly. Wow. Didn’t think that was possible.