On the downtown 6 train, on the day of Santacon.
Doofus Tourist Man: Hey, what's up with all the Santa suits?
Santacon Man: It's New York! Woo!
New Yorker Woman: (intervening) It's called Santacon. People dress up like Santa and get drunk.
Doofus: Awesome! So they just walk around shit-faced all day? That's awesome.
New Yorker: No, it's not awesome, actually, it's pretty horrible.
Doofus: What are you, Ebenezer Scrooge?
New Yorker: Yes, I am.
Doofus: But it's New York!
New Yorker: (getting upset) You're telling me it's New York? You're telling me?
Doofus: What, you live here?
New Yorker: Yes, I do.
Doofus: But you're not from here, originally.
New Yorker: Yes, I am.
Doofus: So you see this Santa thing all the time?
New Yorker: Yeah. And it gets old pretty quick.
Doofus: (giving up) Huh. Well, I guess it's a local holiday. Like Kwanzaa.
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