The skinny, old guy sitting next to me on the subway smells like booze, and he is mad-dogging the
enormous guy sitting across from him. I'm trying to decide if I should put my book down and get my phone out to video this, because I'm pretty sure that if things proceed, these guys are going on World Star Hip Hop.
Finally, the old guy sighs and says, "Aw man, I can't go back inside," and he gets off at the next stop.
The huge guy sitting across rattles his news paper a couple of times, and finally looks up at me and says, "That guy better had a bazooka in his bag, because I woulda broke him."
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