this conversation is totally hypothetical, but the situation depicted is real.
As I was crossing the 59th street bridge to Long Island City, on my Vespa, I stopped at the first red light at 21st street and 43rd ave. The driver next to me is in a minivan, about 5'2" to my guesstimate, and he pulls ahead about 1.5 meters and rolls his window down. His MTA get-up and official car is the first thing that becomes obvious to me, he approaches me and questions if everything is ok with me?
I don't open the shield on my helmet but just shake my head in confusion, so Mr. MTA asks me again if all is ok?
I still am confused as to why he is asking and express the incomprehension with my hands, when Mr. X says he didn't like the look I had given him. At that moment the light changed, and i just drove away, but from the corner of my eye I saw how Mr. X decided to make a right hand turn from the middle lane holding people up behind him.
Having passed a few blocks I then thought about what if I would have said:
"yeah, something is bothering me, you really look like a dick and I am going to hop off my scooter and have it out with you and see if you can hurt me wearing my helmet...
or I would enjoy some fighting practice with you till the police arrives just because you think I looked at you in a 'disapproving' way.
You know what, you little dick, I really enjoyed my response to you. The one ignoring you and not recognizing you at all. Long Island City MTA with your "I'm a macho-man" get up, screw you! bruhaha
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