I’m walking down Third Ave. on my lunch break, heading to the bank, when I see a big guy walking towards me who is swinging one arm rather enthusiastically with each step. With the sidewalk crowded, it becomes obvious that I’m going to have to walk right by this guy, building on one side, him on the other. I don’t think anything of it as we see weirder shit than this everyday in New York, enough to where a guy swinging his arm doesn’t qualify in the least as weird.
The guy gets closer and I just naturally assume when we pass each other he will curtail the over-the-top arm gymnastics.
POW! Right in the face! My $80 Puma sunglasses (which I got for $25 at Century 21)break and fall to the ground and I immediately respond quite reasonably with,
“Dude, what are you fucking retarded?!”
I take my eyes off my broken sunglasses on the ground to look the guy in the face, when my question is quickly answered.
Yes. He is very much retarded.
My bad, son.
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