Topic: A funny old memory....
Now I grew up in one of the rough sections of the Bronx, Ny. People constantly checked out for stupid mundane things like looking at someone else wrong or mistaken identity.
So...I'm 18 and sitting in Dunkin Donuts one morning thinking how awesome it is that I can have a nice quiet breakfast in my favorite place without anyone else around causing trouble and enjoy my morning before my skating comp later that afternoon.
I'm sitting there eating and enjoying myself when two white young men in trenchcoats, terminator shades, briefcases and mean faces show up at both of the exits for the small restaurant. Immediately, I'm thinking "Oh crap...this is some mafia crap and I'm sitting in the middle of it!!" The two trenchcoat-mafia guys are staring at each other like they've been enemies for years when they both open the doors at the same time and come in. The guy behind the counter and me are looking at each other like "Are you gonna run? Cause I'm about to!
The two trenchcoat-mafia guys walk up to each other growling and getting in each other's faces and shoving each other with their briefcases and start yelling at each other. At this point I had grabbed my sandwich and left my coffee and started inching my way towards the door closest to me. The two trenchcoat-mafia guys walk over to the larger table in the restaurant while yelling at each other and...
*BAM*...*BAM*
I hit the floor. Dropped my sandwich all over the place and screaming like a nut started belly-crawling the rest of the way to the door while looking back to see what was going on.
The two trenchcoat-mafia guys must have slammed their briefcases down on the table ultra-hard (thats what made the shot sounds) and were opening them up and slamming down cards while yelling something at each other. In my panic I was still curious enough to find out what the hell was going on and the guy behind the counter had long gone into the backroom and I'm guessing out the back door. I got up from the floor and watched them for a few seconds yelling at each other about these dang cards and what they were doing. From looking at the cards from a distance they looked like tarot cards or something. Either way, I got the hell outta there before they pulled uzis out of those briefcases.
When I got home and asked around, I found out that they were playing a "Magic: The Gathering" Card game.
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I never went back to that Dunkin Donuts.
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but mediocrity knows nothing more than itself."
-Sir Arthur Conan-Doyle