The Nice Man Cometh
If there’s one thing people say about me it’s that I’m a really really really nice guy. Sometimes I tire of the compliment, but when people are right, they’re right. So, one of the many many nice things that I do (really there’s far too many to count) is to always take a flyer from the gloved corner-vagrants who plague our city streets. They get paid to pass out their stacks of fluorescent flyers, typically from the establishment they’re promoting. So even though I have absolutely no desire to read about exclamatory cell phone deals or rec-center comedy shows I always take a flyer from them (because they get paid by how many flyers they hand out) and I soon throw it in the nearest trashcan. After yesterday however, never again.
Walking home in the UES I see some snaggle-toothed, eastern bloc teenage girl passing out flyers so I take one from her and throw it in the nearest trashcan. She yells at me from behind, “well, why did you take one then asshole?” Whoa, I thought, the mouth on this one. I said, “I’m sorry, I thought you got paid to pass em out.” This was met with a ghetto head-cocking “it’s fucking for my mom’s fucking store.” The language! “You blow your school’s janitor with that mouth?” I thought, but didn’t say. I repeated that I was sorry and if she wanted to, the flyer was still on top of the trashcan unscathed. “Fuck off!” she yelled.
Fucking kids these days.