Apparently mid-day on fair weathered Wednesdays brings out all of the weird things about Canal street. I emerge from the subway, and there's a clearly certifiable man yelling at all of the German tourists to "arrest his black ass." At the next block there was an asian man and what may have been his wife engaging in a domestic dispute. He tried to take her backpack away, she chopped his hand away, then they stared at each other for about 10 seconds, then he yelled out what I believe is Chinese for BLLEEEHHHHHGT. Then I passed two foot tours, both with lots of 10-12 year olds, but I passed them way in the belly of Chinatown (roughly Canal and Allen), which struck me as way weird and out of the way. Then there was a firetruck trying to park back into its garage, but it was one of the massive ladder ones and they had to close off sidewalks on both sides just to get the fucker back into the garage. I swear a local business must have to deal with that truck being 4 feet away from its storefront windows on a regular basis. Finally, on the way back, there were 2 or 3 of those tiny turdles crawling around the sidwalk.
Now I'm back in the safety of my office.