So, one day, like many days during the month, I was headed towards ol' stank ass Port Authority (a lot of action seems to happen there for me) to head home to New Jersey for the day. Everything was actually running smoothly; I wasn't late, I didn't forget anything, it was almost perfection. Keyword almost.
I headed towards the kiosk, like always, to purchase my $20 round trip. As I was punching in my information, I must have had a confused look on my face, because a man came by me and asked if I needed help. Now, this man appeared to have possibly slept in port authority for...about a year now. His aroma wasn't the most pleasant, I mean, I would've preferred Burberry or, shit, even Adidas. Nonetheless, he came over. I smiled, thanked him for the offer, but, respectfully declined. That is when all hell broke loose.
He insisted that I was completely confused by the machine and needed him to buy my ticket."Well you look like you needed help!," said the man. "No, actually, I don't." I replied.
That's when he really got pissed, and of course I got a bit nervous. Who wouldn't? As he kept lurking towards me, insisting that I needed him, I started to get heated, and told him, "Will you please back away from me? I don't even know who you are!" That's when he replied, "You don't need to know me, because, I'm your worst nightmare."
HUH?
By then, my ticket and receipt had printed, and I sprinted out of there as fast as I could.
And that folks, was the second time I was accosted in Port Authority.
Well, he didn't look like this, but if I were a hustler, this would be my worst nightmare:
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