If I'm walking through Bryant Park, it means I missed my train and took one that drops me off 4 blocks away and usually gives me 10 minutes to get there, get changed, clock in, and head to my spot. So to put it simply, in in a hurry.
I'm also 6'3 and speed walk like a champ. I've actually kept pace with a jogger or two before they realize how embarrassing it is to be overtaken by a walker.
I'm barreling down the sidewalk, nimbly cutting through the milling crowd when this fat, bearded, Outposter clone stands directly in my path and asks,
"Do you want to save the world today?"
"Sorry, I'm late for work."
"Congratulations." He says, in the most smarmy, condescending tone I think I've ever had directed at me by a stranger.
I actually thought about going back and giving him a piece of my mind, but that's not really me and I was late for work. Instead, I just gave him the one finger salute on my way past and said,
"Vote Republican."
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"Goddammit, Swearengen, I don't trust you as far as I could th'ow you, but I enjoy the way you lie."
I don't typo often, but when I do, I blame Swype.
I don't typo often, but when I do, I blame Swype.


