I heart New York
I do, New York is one of my favorite places to visit for a number of reasons. One of those reasons is that you will see all kinds of weird and/or funny things while you are there. So, while I was in NYC Wednesday through Thursday night, I watched for the weird and compiled a list of my three favorite NYC things that happened while I was there. They are in no particular order.
#1- I saw a rat on the subway. This is cool to me because for some reason I always want to see one when I go to NYC. Also, in Boston, all the subways had were these tiny little mice that would scurry about around the tracks. In NYC, they have big frickin' rats. And I saw one.
#2- On the subway there was a guy across from me holding a DVD. I didn't think much of it because the title was one I'd never heard of, "Deep Inside." Then the guy moved his hand to reveal the rest of the cover. Yup, straight up porn. The woman on the front cover was sans clothing and holding her giant breasts.
The guy was just flipping through the DVD's enclosed details (liner notes? I don't know what you call those things in DVDs), and was not at all ashamed of holding up his most recent porn selection up for all to see on the subway. Soon after, he nodded off in his seat while holding the porn DVD close to him like a teddy bear.
#3- While waiting for my train at Penn Station, this guy talking very loudly walked up behind me. Normally I wouldn't care because many times they look to be talking to themselves, but rather they have one of those earphone microphone things for their cell phones. Yet I paid attention to this guy's conversation because he had the best accent ever. It was a cross between something French and the Guatemalan houseboy that Hank Azaria plays in the movie "The Birdcage." Hilarious.
UNTIL, I realized what he was talking about. It turned out he was actually some whacko and was talking out loud to whomever was around him. His rant was insanely anti-Semitic and therefore extremely uncomfortable to listen to. So, it quickly turned into a non-favorite moment. I just listed it here because at first I enjoyed his accent. Once I heard the topic of his discourse, I wanted to kick him in the nuts and say (a la Jack Nicholson but with my own addition), "Go sell crazy somewhere else, we're all stocked up here, you f*cking whacko idiot."
So while this post started off humorous, it now makes me want to ask my readers -- what do you do when an obvious whacko is spouting off excessive hate speech right by you? I mean, telling this guy to shut up and move on would've done nothing except make him stick around longer, really. I think everyone else around him realized the same, and we just all moved away from him.
Ideas?
Wow, this blog is almost crazy, too. Without the anti-Semitic rants, of course. From giant rats, to porn, to "How do you handle hate speech?" all in one post.
Don't say I never give you a variety of things to discuss or think about.
I do, New York is one of my favorite places to visit for a number of reasons. One of those reasons is that you will see all kinds of weird and/or funny things while you are there. So, while I was in NYC Wednesday through Thursday night, I watched for the weird and compiled a list of my three favorite NYC things that happened while I was there. They are in no particular order.
#1- I saw a rat on the subway. This is cool to me because for some reason I always want to see one when I go to NYC. Also, in Boston, all the subways had were these tiny little mice that would scurry about around the tracks. In NYC, they have big frickin' rats. And I saw one.
#2- On the subway there was a guy across from me holding a DVD. I didn't think much of it because the title was one I'd never heard of, "Deep Inside." Then the guy moved his hand to reveal the rest of the cover. Yup, straight up porn. The woman on the front cover was sans clothing and holding her giant breasts.
The guy was just flipping through the DVD's enclosed details (liner notes? I don't know what you call those things in DVDs), and was not at all ashamed of holding up his most recent porn selection up for all to see on the subway. Soon after, he nodded off in his seat while holding the porn DVD close to him like a teddy bear.
#3- While waiting for my train at Penn Station, this guy talking very loudly walked up behind me. Normally I wouldn't care because many times they look to be talking to themselves, but rather they have one of those earphone microphone things for their cell phones. Yet I paid attention to this guy's conversation because he had the best accent ever. It was a cross between something French and the Guatemalan houseboy that Hank Azaria plays in the movie "The Birdcage." Hilarious.
UNTIL, I realized what he was talking about. It turned out he was actually some whacko and was talking out loud to whomever was around him. His rant was insanely anti-Semitic and therefore extremely uncomfortable to listen to. So, it quickly turned into a non-favorite moment. I just listed it here because at first I enjoyed his accent. Once I heard the topic of his discourse, I wanted to kick him in the nuts and say (a la Jack Nicholson but with my own addition), "Go sell crazy somewhere else, we're all stocked up here, you f*cking whacko idiot."
So while this post started off humorous, it now makes me want to ask my readers -- what do you do when an obvious whacko is spouting off excessive hate speech right by you? I mean, telling this guy to shut up and move on would've done nothing except make him stick around longer, really. I think everyone else around him realized the same, and we just all moved away from him.
Ideas?
Wow, this blog is almost crazy, too. Without the anti-Semitic rants, of course. From giant rats, to porn, to "How do you handle hate speech?" all in one post.
Don't say I never give you a variety of things to discuss or think about.
posted by H at
12:27 PM
1 Comments:
Unfortunately there are too many crazies in New York to do much of any good by telling him he's a fuckwit anti-semite. Take my word for it.
Besides, Penn Station is widely known to be the fifth level of hell. I'm sure Crazy Man was waiting for his ferry boat down the river Styx.
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