Thursday, February 01, 2007

44th St. between Broadway & 6th, 8:04 AM

I turn from the cash register with Bacon Egg and Cheese and coffee on a tray. Some idiot dashes into me, knocks the coffee down. Surely a hapless Ukrainian .NET jockey. If looks could kill, the way I looked at him would have killed him and his mother back in the heimat. I needed that coffee, and had 26 minutes to consume and then get twelve blocks away. I turned and walked off with my salvaged half cup, leaving him to clean up his mess.

It was a very Manhattan moment.

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