In Which I am a Bellwether

On the Bergen County line this morning, returning from the house closing, I heard the guy behind me take a call; which I then heard the entire resultant conversation, will-I or nill-I. It seems my fellow-traveller desired his buddy to meet him at 86th and Lex, because he was looking at apartments up there, and wanted a second opinion. Why, quotha? Because he wants to live in the city, and it's a nice neighborhood, and is close to lots of things without being in smack dab in the middle of ruckus. (Money quote: "Dress nice, I'm trying to look rich.")