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I got in a fight with a nun today at Bryant Park.
Except she wasn’t very nun-like, considering her illegal aggressive panhandling for “St. Joseph’s Orphanage” (which after googling back at the office, no longer exists in NY) and her trying to steal the jacket off the back of my chair. I yelled at her, she screamed back saying I hit her, then came close to my face and shook her finger saying, “You let this idiot [co-worker] convince you that I am a phony! I am a woman of the cloth!” and walks off.
I hate people. I can’t wait to work in downtown Brooklyn where I can buy sneakers on Fulton Mall during my lunch break and be far away from Midtown.
Except she wasn’t very nun-like, considering her illegal aggressive panhandling for “St. Joseph’s Orphanage” (which after googling back at the office, no longer exists in NY) and her trying to steal the jacket off the back of my chair. I yelled at her, she screamed back saying I hit her, then came close to my face and shook her finger saying, “You let this idiot [co-worker] convince you that I am a phony! I am a woman of the cloth!” and walks off.
I hate people. I can’t wait to work in downtown Brooklyn where I can buy sneakers on Fulton Mall during my lunch break and be far away from Midtown.