“It was just like a Chuck Norris movie,” said the guy in the back of the train. He was wearing a mesh New York Giants jersey with the sleeves cut off. The girl next to him was staring at him open-mouthed, saying “Wow” every two or three seconds.
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“So I went to this deli, this Korean deli, and I ordered a sub. Turkey, salami, lettuce, mayo, everything. The dude started making the sandwich, and he put only like two slices of salami on it. I said, ‘Yo. Guy. Can I get a couple more slices?’ And the guy says, ‘No.’ So I said, ‘Come on. Just a couple more slices of salami.’ He says ‘No.’ I say, ‘Look, I’ll pay extra. I just want a couple more slices of salami.’ And he still says ‘No.’ I was getting pissed because he was being totally bogus. I was getting ready to clock this guy. I was real drunk, too. I mean, it wasn’t like I was about to take guff from this guy.”
“I’m like ‘Look, you’re being bogus.’ And he’s got this big-ass cleaver behind the counter because he thinks there’s gonna be trouble. I’m like ‘What the hell you doin’ with the knife? I just want salami–that’s it.’ He comes at me with the knife sayin’ some Korean bullshit. Couldn’t understand him. I take the guy’s hand and I bite the hell out of it. He drops the knife, and I get the hell out of there. I run the hell out of there.”
“You didn’t.”
