So, I had to close the restaurant last night (thus are the hazards of asking for copious amounts of time off for a show, you have to deal with the sucky shifts when you finally come back). It was a late night. we closed at 11pm, but I didn't get to leave until 1am-- a combination of a new maitre'd who really frustrates me by making me wait around long past when I need to, and guests who would just NOT GET THE HINT and leave.

Anyhow, neither here nor there as the rest of this story does not involve any of the above except for the fact that it's 1am when I leave.

I'm walking to the subway, which is at the end of the block (an avenue, not a street, which means [for those who are not familiar with NYC] the walk is twice as long as a block between streets) when all of a sudden, I hear someone running behind me in what sound like dress shoes. I think that it's someone from my restaurant chasing me down because I've forgotten something (wouldn't be the first time), so I turn around.

14th Street is a well lit street, but this guy was a ways away, so all I can really make out is the fact that he's wearing a white suit. I don't even bat an eye because, well, it's NYC. What does catch my attention though is the fact that (as he is still sprinting full-out towards me) he starts screaming at me "NOT MUGGING YOU!! NOT MUGGING YOU!!"

I have to be honest, I laughed. Loudly. Mostly because that was the last thing on my mind, but as he was running past me, flailing his arms about like a Muppet, I couldn't help but think that it would go badly for him if he tried. I may be little, but I am fierce!

Because I am laughing as he scampers? bolts in a fairy-like fashion? prances? insert an action verb of your choice that instills a sense of femininity to running, he shouts an obscenity at me which I'm sure insulted my own femininity and parentage, but I didn't care, I was laughing too hard.

As it was, he barely beat me to the subway. I'm still amused even now. :D

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