Coolth Pays

The other day while downtown (which we here in the City of Brotherly Love call "Center City", as if it were someplace else) this young man was busy trying to adjust his engine. Using an array of tools from a very fancy wooden chest just visible on the trunk in back, he tinkered away, blocking the bus lane.
Moments after this picture was taken, an world worn geezer in a wheelchair came out to provide guidance to the young mechanic (who seemed to be completely capable on his own) and blocked the second lane of 8th Street at Market. This is not a quiet intersection, especially during the work day.

 



What is notable about all this is that nobody honked their horns, nobody screamed at these guys in English, Spanish or Ebonics, nobody even made obscene gestures. They just waited and gazed at the cool car, and traffic just stopped, including SEPTA's Mighty 47.
Being cool pays.
(some time ago in a similar circumstance, a bus driver, noting a distraught tourist in a failed rental blocking the street, called for volunteers from the passengers, and led a crew to shove the car out of harm's and the bus's way; that car was uncool)