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.

Random blurbs

I know I haven't written in a while. I've been pretty busy. I think about you all the time. You're always on my mind. If I could cuddle with all of you at the same time, I would.

The thing I've come to appreciate the most in NYC is my car. Oh, not to drive, I actually like walking everywhere, but for the under-valued ability to store all of your possessions and have it with you wherever you go. When I used to carry a magazine, umbrella, PSP, book, newspaper, bottle of water, and change of underwear with you at all times, I could just throw it in my car. Now I actually have to sling in around in a backpack.

On the other hand, most of the items listed above are for killing time while on public transportation, I guess I wouldn't need them. And I don't remember ever carrying around an umbrella until I got to the city.

I realized that I may never be able to work anywhere else now that I work at Yahoo. I get random recruiter emails all the time. Three years experience, super-self started, willing to produce web content on the fly for customers with nothing but a Pentium 2 IMB Thinkpad on whatever free version of Linux was dropped in our mailbox.

No thanks, I'll continue to work with business and technical specs and frivolously code intentional mistakes just to keep our awesome QA team on it's toes and our needy Solutions team with work.

I joined the Yahoo! network on Facebook. There are 3800 members and counting. I like being a part of an organization that has 3800 members around the world.


Why are there always polls on sites for Pirates vs. Ninjas? Why is it even remotely a comparison? Isn't a pirate just a person who ninjas things in the sea?

Zombie Pirate Ninjas.