New York's still number one

Outta my way, asshole

Poll recognizes NYC residents as rudest people in the country

Can you believe these shmucks?!

Americans think New Yorkers are the biggest jerks in the country, according to a new survey — released just days before Christmas, no less.

The slap-in-the-face Business Insider study found 34.3 percent of the knuckleheads who responded believe Big Apple residents are the rudest in the US.

But many locals were too polite to respond to the diss Monday.

“F–k off!” one man told a Post reporter on 125th Street in Harlem when asked his opinion of the study.

Others thoughtfully questioned the methodology.

“Screw those people. Half the people probably haven’t been here!” said Carmen, 52, of The Bronx.

The study surveyed 2,000 adults online about the rudest city in the country. New York finished first going away.

Los Angeles came in a distant second with 19.7 percent.

Residents of Washington, DC. were rated the third surliest, followed by Chicago, Boston, Detroit, Buffalo, Baltimore, Philadelphia and San Francisco.

But Harlem man Sergio Villanueva, 26, suggested people in New Jersey are “much ruder” than New Yorkers.

Villanueva admitted New Yorkers can be rude, but insisted “it’s not personal.”

“Like, we don’t mean anything by it. It’s just the way we live,” he said.

“People got places to be, people to see. If I bump into you, sorry . . . but not really.”

Many others agreed that we’re just misunderstood.

Madison Scott, 27, moved from California to New York two years ago and insisted her new neighbors have hearts of gold.

“They’re not outgoing or super friendly but I remember I was on the train and some guy just started puking everywhere and a lot of people just started handing him napkins and water bottles,” she said, recalling one moment of Big Apple ­camaraderie. ….

In Harlem, Diane Powell, 36, dismissed rude New Yorkers as a “stereotype.”

“We’re just strong-willed,” she said….

There’s a story, probably apocryphal but sworn to as true by a friend of mine, of a Sunday morning on the Vineyard: a line of people qued up to buy newspapers and coffee, when one of those Women In Black sweeps in and goes directly to the counter. “Excuse me”, says someone behind her, “there’s a line here.” “[Not] sorry”, WIB responds, refusing to budge, “I’m from New York: we don’t do manners”.

I don’t know why I even doubt the veracity of that tale.