Almost awesome.
- So I'm standing on the corner of Broome and Lafayette, minding my own business when...
- Douchebag: "Don't be looking at my girl." (he's white, btw)
- I look at him for a second before it registers that I was staring off into space but he thought I was staring at his girlfriend. But my mind is clear so I have a moment of absolute wit and clarity.
- Me: "Don't worry about me. You've got a gorgeous girl standing next to you. Pay attention to her."
- The light changes. I start walking away.
- Douchebag: "FUCK you!"
- I am triumphant.
- Until about halfway down the block I realize that I have to walk back because I left my Metrocard at the office.
- So much for my elegant exit.
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