- Jan 14, 2003
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So I'm walking to work this morning as I usually do (good exercise and subways are crowded and only save me 10 min), and some guy walks by me really fast and hits me with his bag. No big deal right? I'm used to getting jostled in NYC all the time, with no apology, so whatever, I barely notice since I have my iPod on and it's a beautiful day. But the guy slows down to a really languid pace in front of me so I move to his right to pass him. There are other people around also so I have to squeeze by him but again nothing out of the ordinary, in fact, I'm fairly certain I didn't actually touch him. As I'm going by him, he sticks his foot out and tries to trip me. Of course, my first reaction is "WTF, dude"? Apparently, that set him off. He starts screaming at me that I had cut him off half a block back and now I was trying to do it again. Now, in his defense, I may have cut him off previously, I don't really know, as I do often move to one side to pass slower walking people, but I'm usually fairly careful not to do it so as to crash into anyone (or cause anyone to nearly crash into me). But maybe my "margin for error" is less than he would've liked. So the "conversation" proceeds something like this:
Me: Look man, I have no idea what you're talking about. In fact, I barely noticed you until you just tried to trip me.
Enraged man: You were just about to cut me off again! You're not going to just get away with that.
Me: Dude, I have no idea what your problem is.
Enraged man: Forget it! I'm done talking to you. Just get lost.
Me: Dude, see a psychiatrist about those issues.
Enraged man: I'm not talking to you anymore.
Me: OK.
And so I walked off. What was bizarre was this guy apparently had almost the same path to whereever he was going, as I did on my way to work. So there were a few more stoplights over the next ten minutes or so, where he was standing 3-4 feet away, still glaring at me. Bizarre. He also didn't really look like anyone who would just lose it like that. Just some average Joe who I could picture being at his son's little league game or something. Weird. I'm really not sure what to make of it.
Me: Look man, I have no idea what you're talking about. In fact, I barely noticed you until you just tried to trip me.
Enraged man: You were just about to cut me off again! You're not going to just get away with that.
Me: Dude, I have no idea what your problem is.
Enraged man: Forget it! I'm done talking to you. Just get lost.
Me: Dude, see a psychiatrist about those issues.
Enraged man: I'm not talking to you anymore.
Me: OK.
And so I walked off. What was bizarre was this guy apparently had almost the same path to whereever he was going, as I did on my way to work. So there were a few more stoplights over the next ten minutes or so, where he was standing 3-4 feet away, still glaring at me. Bizarre. He also didn't really look like anyone who would just lose it like that. Just some average Joe who I could picture being at his son's little league game or something. Weird. I'm really not sure what to make of it.
