After a long day of roaming around the city, we were heading for a train. I was starving so I thought I'd grab some kabob chicken from one of those stands on every corner. I stop and ask the guy for 1 chicken. He looks at me and says "Chicken or beef?". Again I say 1 chicken, please. Him sounding a little agitated, "Chicken or beef?". 1 chicken. I was not being quiet and Craig he didn't understand the man's confusion.
From this point it got weirder. He was really slow putting the chunk of bread on the stick and getting it for me and kept asking me questions in this really accusatory way. "Are you Pakistani?" No, I say and try to conintue my conversation with Craig. Again he asks, "You are not Pakistani?" No I say. What's with this guy? Then he asks me "You KGB?". At this point we are kind of freaked out and he looks like he's ready to beat me with that chicken. "Nope, I'm not." I say. "You are not with the KGB?". What is with this guy. Finally he's handed me the chicken and is taking my money. "You are Jewish?" "No". At this point we practically run down the subway stairs halfway expecting this nutjob to chase us. Seriously this guy was crazy. And to top it all off, my chicken was not even done and I didn't realize this until we got down in the station. Maybe that's just how he gets his kicks or maybe he's a really bad spy. No more street vendors for me for a while.
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