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Only in NY

So last night I was on the city bus riding to Port Authority when a rather large gentleman stood to get off the back of the bus. His back was to me, and suddenly his pants fell down to his knees. I could tell he was mortified as he all but dropped his briefcase and umbrella in order to grab his pants. He had a belt on, so all I could think is that he’s in the midst of losing weight and didn’t have his belt tight enough. The woman who saw it from the front said it was plainly an accident, not some freak trying to flash the ladies sitting in the back of the bus.

Didn’t stop someone from chortling, “Only in New York,” after he ran down the stairs to get away from the awkward silence that descended along with his trousers.

Only in NY

I was walking to work from the Port Authority this morning, crossing the street about two blocks from my office. As I crossed at Sixth Avenue, a delivery van pulled up to the crosswalk. As I crossed in front of the van, I watched as the guy behind the wheel pulled up a trumpet and started blasting his horn. I couldn’t tell how good his playing was, but I think New York is happy it’s winter and his windows were rolled up tightly.

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  • Denis , Direct link to comment

    Hey, how often does a car pull up to you in the crosswalk and he pulls out a trumpet and starts tooting away? Ten, maybe twelve times in your lifetime?

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