End of a long day. I go down the escalator at Grand Central. There's a human Jackson Pollock painting standing in the middle of the escalator blocking the way with traveling house and guitar. She seems crazy I shouldn't have said anything. I actually didn't say anything. Just went down pass her and nodded by head in disbelief. Not at her outfit because I think it's pretty cool and creative. It must have taken her a long time to sprinkle everything from her clothes, shoes, guitar and plastic bags with white and black paint like that. Anyway, she didn't like my noding my head and started shouting down the stairs. Something like that:
"Why did you nod your head?" Can't understand then what the painting said but it ended with dumbass, not good.
So I turn and shouted back. Obviously I should have just let it go. Not too smart to argue with a traveling Jackson Pollock painting.
me: Because you could move to the side.
traveling Jackson Pollock painting: No I can't. then inaudible.
me: Look at all the people stuck behind you. It's just a quesiton of respect.
traveling Jackson Pollock painting: inaudible shouting ending by "Go back to your country."
Kind of offensive but I was impressed. Traveling Human Jackson Pollock paintaing not only could talk but also spotted my accent (which I thought was getting more subtle but maybe comes back running when I am angry).
Then I continued on the platform to grab my train and she continues yelling at everyone in her path. And people around her seemed to have a good laugh.
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