Finding a quiet corner I get the stogie going with a wooden match and settle back to enjoy my favorite pastime – people watching. Unfortunately, people are also watching me.
“That’s disgusting,” a smartly dressed young woman says as she walks past me.
“I beg your pardon?” I reply.
“You look obnoxious smoking that cigar,” she says.
I look at the woman balefully. She’s your prototypical New York babe - cute, dressed in black from head to toe, holding a cup of Starbucks coffee with an iPod plugged into her head.
“I may look obnoxious, dear,” I reply. “But you sound obnoxious.”
“What did you say?” the woman says, popping her headphones out of her ears. I repeat myself.
“What the…” she stammers.
“Have a nice night, Miss.”
The woman looks at me flabbergasted. She tries coming up with a witty comeback, fails, and walks briskly away. I shake my head. It takes all kinds.
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via Helen Rittelmeyer's twitter, who itroduces the piece brialliantly: "People walk past a woman sobbing on a street corner, but they take time out to castigate a man smoking a cigar."