I had the night off after working the day shift. After taking a nap, I went out to get myself a cup of coffee and to pick up some coffee for some of the staff. Upon returning from the local bodega, I dropped off the coffee to the staff and hung outside for a few minutes, shooting the breeze with FIRE MARSHALL ED and SHAWN JEAN, the doorman.
As the groups of people strolled up and down 3rd Avenue, we noticed a bit of a commotion up the block, by LIBERTY TRAVEL. There was a group of frat boys walking up the block and some guy wearing a faded yellow t-shirt and a pair of those old-school seventies-style shorts (you know, the ball-hugger variety), walking the opposite direction. I guess they bumped into each other and next thing you know, words were being exchanged.
All of a sudden, Mr. Ball-Hugger Short Guy grabbed one of those long fluorescent bulbs(the kind you find in an office) from out of a garbage can and began loud-mouthing the group and threatening to hit them with the bulb. More words were exchanged and next thing you know, one of the frat boys began chasing Mr. Ball-Hugger Short Guy down 3rd Avenue. Frat boy stopped chasing him at the corner of 35th Street and Ball-Hugger Short Guy made it safely across the street, cursing and screaming at the group. A few more words were exchanged and eventually the frat group walked away, heading back up 3rd Avenue. It gets better.
Mr. Ball-Hugger Short Guy, apparently feeling embarrassed at the fact that his manhood was challenged (but not because of his god-awful looking shorts, of course), decides to GO BACK after the frat boys. While curisng to himself, he began to walk briskly up the block, digging into his backpack at the same time. Now we're watching this unfold and saying to ourselves, "Oh shit, maybe he's got a weapon!". As he gets closer to the frat boy, we notice that the frat guy was now walking alone as his group had turned off the Avenue, going another direction. Sure enough, by the time Mr. Ball-Hugger Short Guy reached his target, he was yelling and swinging what looked like Chinese nun-chucks (those fighting sticks held together by a chain, utilized quite well by Bruce Lee).
The next few minutes was pure comedy as the two combatants began yelling and screaming at each other. Next thing you know, both of them are running all over 3rd Avenue, dodging traffic. Mind you, it's the frat boy who's chasing Mr. Ball-Hugger Short Guy, even though Ball-Hugger Guy has the weapon. At one point, Ball-Hugger Guy fell in the street and scrambled back up and ran up 3rd Avenue. This went on for a few more minutes before we lost sight of them.
Only in New York.
Priceless...
nuff said
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