Walking down Broadway
a guy goes out of his way to elbow me.
I stop in the street
stare at him as he passes.
“What?” He says.
“Excuse you.” I say.
“What.” He repeats, looking me in the eye.
“You just shoved me.”
“So? What you gonna do about it?”
“What am I gonna do about it?” I splutter. I’ve got no response. “I don’t know. Why would you do that?”
“The fuck you say?” He reaches in his coat with menace. “What you care what I do?”
He makes a good point. I have no idea what might be in the inside of his coat
– I don’t want to find out.
“Never mind,” I say, shrugging and turning away.
“Thought so,” he replies with disdain.
I go my way, hoping to forget the incident entirely.