Peer Pressure-The Good Kind
One of my few NYC complaints is riding the subway and fortunately, I’ve usually been able to walk to work.
Lately I commute to the West Village, Hoboken and the Bronx, and ride it a lot.
The other night, some vile little thug wannabe was on a tear using filthy words…the f word, the n word, just refusing to shut it.
Then his friends started telling him it was offensive. To everyone else and to him.
He tried defending himself and then asked if they were all getting together over the weekend.
“No. We’re not”.
I liked those other guys.