hankerin for a neckchop
God, Rude! Some people. So i’m standing on mulberry and bayard talking on the phone. It’s the weekend so tourists are swarming like locusts. Very very obnoxious locusts. Some cargo-shorts tourist lady comes and stands right next to me and screams ADAAAAAAAM!!!! directly into my ear. She paces up and down the block, then gets in my face and barks: “Point me to Canal Street!!!” Now I’m clearly on the phone here. And this beeyotch clearly needs to learn some manners. Like, ask nicely, say please and don’t wear shorts like that because it hurts people’s eyeballs. And just cuz you’re in Chinatown don’t mean you’re entitled to order everyone around. I give her a withering stare and point to the left and she marches off. I shoulda neckchopped her ass right then and there. Or at least pretend i didn’t speak english. But, well, sometimes i can be a pussy. And then i lie awake at night clenching my fists and gritting my teeth and thinking of all the badass things i should have said. Sigh. So….um, yeah. That lady was wack.