And...
I got off the bus, walked two blocks... And some punk teenager stopped me... "You got any money? Empty your pockets."
I did get a bit worried at first, but then I assessed the situation... We were two blocks from a subway stop... There were some other people walking around... Because his pants for soooooo loose in that "gangsta" manner, there was no way he could have been gripping and hiding a gun in his waist band... He also just kept talking and talking and talking... Eventually, after I kept repeatedly telling him, "No, I'm not going to empty my pockets," he cracked a smile and said, "I'm just joking. (Duh!) My name is XXXXX XXXXX. I'm going to be famous some day."
-"I'm sure your are."
Then I hailed a cab uptown.