So… something I’ve noticed since I started working in New York -which I find highly amusing, bee tee double u- is that people on the street like to battle each other.
I was walking alongside a gentleman the other day when I noticed that he was sort of speeding up, so that he was about a foot ahead of me.
My reaction was to speed up even more than him. I got a few feet ahead when I saw his shadow looming on my right. I got this very intense adrenaline rush.. I then walked even faster!
At the next corner he crossed the avenue and continued walking parallel to me.
I glanced over at him and he was walking quite briskly. Then he looked over at me and eye contact was made.
It was on.
There we were, two perfect strangers racing down the avenue, gasping quietly for breath, while simultaneously avoiding piles of early morning dog poop.
When we reached 26th street, I made a right and he continued on. I think he thought that he won, but he did not. Just because I turned the corner doesn’t mean I lost! That’s like saying someone lost a staring contest because the phone rang and they had to get up and answer it. Bullshit.
One day we will meet again, and I WILL PREVAIL.
That is all…
