Take That, Drunkard
After getting on the N train into Manhattan, we were confused if we actually boarded the right train. This helpful older gentleman confirmed we were indeed on the right train.
A few stops later, a drunk man approaches the older gentleman. He's angry. He wants to know why the guy told him this train was going to Canal street when it wasn't. He demanded the guy give him money for wasting his time.
The older man cordially corrects the drunkard, even volunteering to show him on the map that the N train on the weekend indeed goes where he wants to go. There is a tired man sitting in front of the map, he looks annoyed that these two people are arguing in front of him.
The drunkard becomes overly aggressive, standing right in the older man's face, and again demands money from him. He doesn't want to hear any of the gentleman's shit anymore. I look at my friends. We all have the same stern expression on our face. We're all ready to take the drunk down if he gets physical.
There's another guy sitting across from me. He's also watching the altercation. He slowly puts his iPhone away in his back, meticulously rolling up his headphones. He's ready to go too.
The drunkard makes a move to grab the older guy. Before any of us can move, the tired guy sitting in front of the map stands up between the two of them, flashing an NYPD badge. He tells the guy to back off, and to step off the train with him.
They move off the train together, the drunkard still heated and from his gestures, trying to explain to the cop why he demanded the money. I look at the cop from the window of the train, catching eye contact with him and I begin clapping. Other spectators join in on the clapping.
The man sitting across from me takes out his iPhone, unravels his iPhone and resumes listening to music. We exchange a grin and chuckle with the older gentleman, trying to let him know we wouldn't have let him get hurt.
And though it would have been more interesting to write about tackling a drunk, I still Thank you Mr. Officer for preventing a situation. Even though you were probably off duty and on your way home after a tiring night, you did your job without thinking twice about it.
God bless plain clothes police officers.
A few stops later, a drunk man approaches the older gentleman. He's angry. He wants to know why the guy told him this train was going to Canal street when it wasn't. He demanded the guy give him money for wasting his time.
The older man cordially corrects the drunkard, even volunteering to show him on the map that the N train on the weekend indeed goes where he wants to go. There is a tired man sitting in front of the map, he looks annoyed that these two people are arguing in front of him.
The drunkard becomes overly aggressive, standing right in the older man's face, and again demands money from him. He doesn't want to hear any of the gentleman's shit anymore. I look at my friends. We all have the same stern expression on our face. We're all ready to take the drunk down if he gets physical.
There's another guy sitting across from me. He's also watching the altercation. He slowly puts his iPhone away in his back, meticulously rolling up his headphones. He's ready to go too.
The drunkard makes a move to grab the older guy. Before any of us can move, the tired guy sitting in front of the map stands up between the two of them, flashing an NYPD badge. He tells the guy to back off, and to step off the train with him.
They move off the train together, the drunkard still heated and from his gestures, trying to explain to the cop why he demanded the money. I look at the cop from the window of the train, catching eye contact with him and I begin clapping. Other spectators join in on the clapping.
The man sitting across from me takes out his iPhone, unravels his iPhone and resumes listening to music. We exchange a grin and chuckle with the older gentleman, trying to let him know we wouldn't have let him get hurt.
And though it would have been more interesting to write about tackling a drunk, I still Thank you Mr. Officer for preventing a situation. Even though you were probably off duty and on your way home after a tiring night, you did your job without thinking twice about it.
God bless plain clothes police officers.
posted by Allen M @ 7/22/2007 01:52:00 AM
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