It seems that when the weather gets too hot, the tempers flare. I came across that on more than one occasion over the weekend. Two bizarre instances come to mind.
First one took place on Friday night. It's a steamy night, and we just emerged from a mini-monsoon rain storm that produced tornado sightings in some of the counties north of the city. The streets start filling up with people and it looked as if things were going to go back to normal when all of a sudden a commotion takes place outside the bar on 3rd Avenue.
I go outside to see what's up and there are a couple of Asian delivery guys from one of the local establishments having a heated argument. It started out as a war of words. Then it became a bit more animated with a lot of hands waving in the air and each other's faces. Next thing you know, they started pushing one another, kicking at each other's delivery bikes and all of a sudden it looked like a poor man's "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" on the sidewalk, with folks looking stunned at what was unfolding.
After about one or two minutes of comical jousting between the two, they were finally split up by co-workers and one of the guys took off running. Next thing you know, the police showed up, gathered the two "combatants" together and gave them a stern lecture. The cops even made the two jousters shake hands and next thing you know, they both went back to work like nothing happened. Very bizarre.
The second bizarre incident took place on Sunday, at Duane Reade, of all places. I went over to pick up a couple of toiletries and I figured on an early Sunday evening, it should be a quick shopping experience. When I walked into the place, there was one person in line. Awesome! So I scurried about, gathering my list of needs and when I made it back up to the front of the store, there was a line almost 15 deep! WTF? Where did all of these people come from? Most of them looked tanned and tired, no doubt making their way back from the weekend jaunts to the Hamptons or the Jersey Shore. After breathing a heavy sigh, I made my way to the end of the line.
So while we're standing in this snaking line, now 16 deep, this large fellow came out of nowhere and walked in front of everyone standing in line and jumped to the next open register, much to the shock and dismay of everyone. There was a little old lady who was at the front of the line and she was miffed. She began yelling at the big fella, telling him he couldn't cut the line. He ignored her. Then other folks in the line began bitching and complaining at him for cutting in line and to the cashier for allowing him to do so. The big guy made matters worse by telling everyone to shut the fuck up and mind their own business. At this point, I just sat back amused, knowing that I was in for some entertainment. What took place was a world class shoutfest with about ten irate folks involved. The Store Manager and security eventually had to intervene and get the guy out of the store for his own safety as we almost had the makings of a riot on our hands. Again, bizarre.
I guess this is what you get when the heat gets the best of you. Just another hot weekend in the Big Apple.
TONIGHT: "MONDAY NIGHT DELIGHT" (5pm-close), featuring $2 domestic draft mugs AND 2-for-1 Wine/Sangria by the Glass!
No comments:
Post a Comment