The Holiday Spirit, New York Style

I'll spare you the full context, but I think you'll get the gist. This is what I heard getting onto a very crowded Long Island Railroad train at about noon on Thanksgiving:

Older woman: Do you have to stand right there in the doorway?
Beefy guy: I've been standing here for 30 minutes.
Older woman: Jerk.
Beefy guy #2: Wow. We were all smiling before you got on. Happy Thanksgiving.
(Beat)
Random voice rising from the crowd: God, I should've gotten out of New York years ago.
Beefy guy #2's girlfriend: It's not New York. I hate the people.