NYE Midnight passed and, after we got our [alcoholic] fix, we headed to St. Marks to do some karaoke. After a couple hours of yelling, we got hungry. We headed to the Pommes Frites a couple blocks away, and stood at the end of a long line, in what ended up being the last call for [belgian] fries with mango chutney.
I left the line. My friends stayed. I stood by the side, thinking how much self-restraint I had exhibited this year so far. I wasn't drunk, I wasn't indulging in discretionary spending and I wasn't eating fatty foods. I stood absorbed in self-righteousness until the sound of my friends [verbally] fighting with a stranger caught my attention.
-My Friend 1: [...] I've been waiting here for a long time. I did not just cut the line.
-Random Guy from the line #1: You can curse all you want. Just because you like to curse a lot does not make you right.
After my friend and Random Guy #1 argued for a while, I interjected and took my friends' side. Eventually, the guy in front of my friends said that the guy behind us was in fact the rightful owner of that spot in the line, and after a few more almost-belligerent words, my friends gave the place to the guy.
Now, the guy behind Random Guy #1—we shall call him Random Guy #2—started claiming that he was supposed to be in front of my friends too. We all got angry. This guy was just messing with us, but his laughing didn't please us. He started winking at me; I called him gay; his friend interjected and asked me to stop calling his friend names.
We left the line after my friend got the [belgian] fries and we ate some while walking to the next bar.
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