Friday, July 21, 2006
I was walking home from the bar with a friend, downtown, pretty late at night. A guy was walking down the sidewalk towards us; he was swaggering like crazy, obviously drunk. Then he saw a parking meter along the road, got a running start, and attempted to jump-kick it. Needless to say, metal parking meters are stronger than feet, so he ended up half-tripping over it, nearly falling on his face. Without breaking his stride, as if he did this all the time, he continued down the sidewalk.
Of course, we thought this was hilarious. This was enhanced by the fact that he looked like a stereotypical dork. Big glasses, messy hair, etc. He resembled a drunken Napoleon Dynamite with a vendetta against parking meters. He passed us, but we continued to watch the guy to see what he did next. He didn't disappoint; after walking for another block, another parking meter caught his eye. He walked up to it, dropped his zipper, and urinated all over it.
Maybe he'd gotten a lot of parking tickets lately. Or maybe he was just mad at the first parking meter because it didn't cooperate with his ninja training. In any case, it was great fun. Thank you, drunken nerd, for entertaining me that night, and again when I remembered it today.