Today I walked thru the grocery store in Chinatown, crowded as it was. I headed down an aisle that was actually a bit too narrow with a counter and seats on the left where people were sitting as well as standing. I was about the 4th or 5th person in a line of people trying to get past this bottle-neck when from behind and woman starts pushing me from the back, then pushing me to the side and trying to squeeze past though there was no room to pass. I turned and, in Spanish, said "we're all trying to get thru here now." She replied, "but you aren't going the same place I'm going." (how special she already knows she is). I answered, "but there's no room to pass, what makes you so important?" And after we passed into an area more open for her to get by, she had time to stop and inform me "because this is my country." Uh, look around you, this is Chinatown, you're already outnumbered, in any case I don't want it "keep it."