Walking down 3rd avenue, I saw a squad car. One officer was standing in the corner looking slightly annoyed and bored. The other officer, who had an Asian complexion, was talking to a homeless-looking man, and at one point he shouted: "You know what, Michael! The great thing about New York is there are literally a hundred Chinese restaurants that deliver!" He didn't have any accent at all--not even a New York one. He was just loud.
The homeless man started stammering "But they didn't serve...they didn't serve..."
I didn't want to gawk, so I kept walking along. But if I wrote a movie, that Asian officer would be one of my heroes.