We went to the Reef with some friends on Sunday afternoon.
Because the fish! Oh, the fish!
I don't know if you've ever seen a little kid up next to a fish tank, but it's just such a delight. Ohhh, the fish!
Anyway, Nick was telling our friends about the last time we'd been there, which was a few weeks prior. I'd forgotten about this.
We were walking up 18th Street, and we heard this commotion.
"Pizza Mart! Pizza Mart! Pizza Mart!"
There was this group of people holding Pizza Mart signs and chanting. They were accompanied by film cameras and a sound guy.
As we watched, another group walked towards them. They were promoting Jumbo Slice.
And the two crowds clashed. "Pizza Mart! "
"Pizza! Mart! Only dumbos eat Jumbos!"
They continued on in this way, on film, with microphones.
It was sort of like two gangs bumping up against each other. Except you know, not actually dangerous, because they were holding pizza signs rather than weapons. And nobody actually seemed angry or threatening.
This was clear to us.
But maybe not so much to the seemingly homeless guy who joined the fray.
He was pissed. He had opinions.
In the midst of "Pizza! Mart!" and "Jumbo Slice!" he jumped in.
He yelled, "Pizza Mart sucks! Pizza Mart stores their dough in the bathroom!"
The chanters paused. Looked at each other. Uncertainty as to what to do with this.
They resumed chanting.
He was still angry. "Fuck Pizza Mart!" He threw out a bunch of profanity. And then stormed off.
They recovered, and chanted a bit more. And then all headed into Madams Organ together, all affable like.