You Can't Make this Shit Up

It’s 7:30pm on a Friday. I’m standing on 57th at the intersection of 57th and Madison waiting for the bus back to Queens after work, when a boy about 8 or 9 years old comes hopping down Madison Avenue on a large silver metal spring. Not really a pogo stick – more of just an actual metal spring. He was wearing a big head-to-toe blue hooded winter coat and at first, I thought that he was all alone. I sort of did a double take since it looked like I was the only one paying him any mind. There was a young “Park Avenue” looking man strutting a few feet away from the boy and gazing off in the opposite direction. Anyway, as I said, it looked like the boy was alone until he approached the corner. All of a sudden the spring sprung out from under him and he fell flat on his back, right in front of one of those R2D2 shaped green NYC garbage cans. The boy did not cry, and he did not move. After several seconds, the man walking near him walked casually over to the boy and stood over him. A tall blonde “Park Avenue” looking woman with big earings and a peanut sized dog joined the pair and also looked down at him while continuing her cell-phone conversation…the peanut pooch stood patiently by the boy’s feet. Finally, after several minutes of awkward silence save for the woman’s cell-phone conversation, the man knelt down. The boy sat up, stood up, picked up his spring. The trio with dog walked to the corner, at which time the boy leapt back onto his spring and hopped across 57th, regardless of oncoming traffic. I’m still not entirely convinced the man, woman, dog, boy, or spring had ever before been acquainted.