Unsafe New York: Part Twenty Seven

CAN I HAVE A PIECE: OR YOU ARE A JACK-ASS
November 28th, I am walking on 14th street between 3rd and 2nd avenue. Passing by the "King's Head Tavern". A big black guy stands in fron of it and smokes. A young woman eating some cookie passes by. She is wearing a nice skirt and a shirt, a light coat, small heels. She looks exhausted after a day's work. "Can I have a piece?" the smoking guy asks in all earnest. She attempts to walk by him, unharassed. "What, are you too good for me because you are white?" throws the black guy without skipping a bit. The woman stops, ashamed. She attempts to smile. She chokes on her cookie. Her other small hand hides behind her back, it looks like she's made a cross with her fingers. "Well, are you gonna come here and share with me, eh?" laughs a black guy, barring his teeth. "I would love too, but I am in a hurry" catches herself a woman. She seems to wake up as if from some daze and looks around herself. She starts walking away. "You stingy little hoe, all for yourself?" demands to know the black guy, finishes his cigarrette and starts walking in her direction. The woman turns around and almost trips. She freezes on the spot, like a rabit in front of the python. "Hey, buddy, I"ll get you a cookie." I say and smile at the python. He looks at me with unblinking eyes. "What?" he doesn't seem to catch on. "I am eating some pretzels here and you don't ask me if I want to share, what's up with that?" I advance. "Perhaps you like her better than me because she is Anglo-Saxon?" I inquire. "My people are not good enough for you to take their food from? Russians are dirty and shit?" The guy drops his jaw and forgets to pick it up. "Well, " I am now in front of the python and want him to eat my pretzels. Python attempts to hide in his cave: a.k.a. the tavern. I pursue. "Well, no pretzels from me?" I ask, really now getting to be insulted: I am cute, I work out every day, I am smart. Why are my pretzels not being asked for?! What's up now, with that?? The guy turns around and takes a few steps towards me. He gives me a crooked smile. He sighs and responds with hesitation:"I asked her and didn't see you. I am sorry" he says. "Really? I think you are just saying it and really like her more than me. You are unfair." I say looking him in the eye, and head back to my path. "Wait up" the guy starts to catch on. "I want to talk to you." I keep walking away. "Get over here" he yells. "Miss, miss" he yells out into the distance. I turn around. I take my hat off to reveal my shining bold head. I roll my muscles. "You don't want to talk to me"? says the guy. I swear if not interrupted he would have added "because I am black." I walk over to him. He breathes heavily. "I don't go by miss, honey, I am a boy and I go by "sir." The other people who were standing around become manifest. They laugh hard, especially the two smoking guys who were watching everything, apparently (now I remember seeing them in the corner of my eye).
The guy looks at me and checks for my boobs.
His eyes slide down to my crotch. I catch his eye and grab a hold of my crotch. I bare my teeth. I turn around and walk away. The guy stands there, his lower lip is trembling. "How about "jack ass, instead of a sir?..." he yells at top of his lungs. I turn around, and take a bow. Time to go home.