Traffic
comes roaring down 9th Avenue as the lights turn green. Leading the
Charge of the pack of automobiles is a Hipster on his fixed gear bike. At
the same exact moment a Native New York City Bike Messenger is heading West up
26th street. It’s the middle of the day. I cross calmly heading
East, Down These Mean Streets as the pack comes closer and closer. A
collision seems inevitable between the two. Neither wants to give way. NYC
continues his charge; hipster wobbles but successfully avoids the hit. Three
words are exchanged. NYC bike messenger dude, turns his head and yells, "Fagot!!". Hipster Bicycle dude, far enough up 9th where its safe,
the cars act as his body-guards, turns his torso all the way around and yells
back, "You're welcome!!" I continue my walk West.
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