One of the more stereotypical things you might hear a New Yorker say in a movie or on TV is “hey, whaddya lookin’ at?” I find this to be much more rare than popular culture would have you believe… except for the other night. During a 10 block walk home, I heard it said three different times. The first was by a fairly intoxicated young lady after she stumbled out of a bar, to the guys standing outside smoking and glancing at her in a semi-concerned, semi-checking-her-out manner. The second was by a fellow standing next to his shopping cart of seemingly random possessions to a young man in a suit who was looking past him at the store hours of the shop the shopping cart man was standing in front of. And the third? The third was said to my back as I was walking away by a young lady who was apparently dismayed that I had looked too long at her cute dog. She said, “Stop fucking staring at my dog!” Uh, why the hell do you have a cute dog if you don’t want it to get stared and smiled at? People like cute furry things. Deal with it.

Good thing for her that I can control myself and didn’t pet the cute little fucker. That furry little bitch was just asking for it.

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