Don't Mess With the Cabbie Unless You Want to Get Burned

I saw a street fight today. It involved a cab driver and some dude on a bike. It was intense.

Apparently it was all instigated by the bike guy spitting in the cab driver’s face. For this to happen, it must mean that the cab driver had his window down in the middle of a snow storm, which if you ask me is just plain not smart and asking for problems. That is like when my car got broken into and I put a black garbage bag in the window instead of a clear one and tried to pull out of my parking spot; like I said, asking for problems.

How It Went Down

The cab driver stopped his car, jumped out, and then chased the bike guy down the street. The bike guy was off of his bike for some reason (again not so smart), thus was forced to try to beat the cabbie in a race of the foot, which he lost poorly. Then some girl and I almost walked into traffic as we intently watched the cabbie pound on the culprit while screaming, “motherf-er spit in my face! Spit in my face!” End scene.

Of course, all of the passersby stopped, turned and watched. However, as Boondock Saints so fatefully taught us of the human reaction, no one did a thing. They all just stood there, watching.

And when the cabbie decided the battle was over and walked away, a few dudes turned and said to really no one in particular, “he spit in his face?” Mother Theresas.

The moral question here is whether or not the bike guy purposefully spit in the cab driver’s face. If so, he deserved it. If not, that sucks.

Now the outside question here is: why do people love fights? Love ‘em. Honestly, being a witness to that fight made my day because I can now go around and tell everyone I see that I saw a fight today. And I guarantee these people will be actually interested in who, what, where, why and when; and I will inform them, proudly.

Ed. Note: No one got hurt; the bike guy was up and walking away in no time.