A Streetcar Named Belligerence

Last night a few friends and I decided to go to Café du Monde. It's this place in the French Quarter that's open all night and has awesome beignets, which are these fried bread donut things covered in mountains of powdered sugar. They're awesome and cheap so we go there a lot.

So we get on the streetcar to go downtown and a couple stops later these tourists from England get on. One of them smiled and said something to the effect of "hey mate" or some other harmless British type thing to a guy a couple seats in front of us. The guy jumps up and starts yelling at the British guy. His language was quite colorful. Judging from his twitchyness and general bad behavior I'd say he was a crackhead or something. Who knows. He yelled at the limey for a couple minutes and then came and sat down directly behind him, right across the aisle from me, so he could "keep an eye on [the guy],[gosh darnit]" When the offensive Brit's female companion asked the guy what was wrong, the guy told her to "get out of [his darn] face." He then stuck his middle finger a couple inches from the British guy's nose, and told him he should be ready when he got off the trolley. Ready for what? I don't know.

After ten minutes of this insanity, where the tweaking New Orleans guy changed seats at least five times to "keep an eye on [the guy]," the streetcar driver stopped and came back to keep the peace. The crackhead was immediately incredibly friendly. When we all got of the trolley at Canal St. the British man was called a "fairy [guy]" and asked to "throw down right here."

I kind of wanted to see a fight, but the three girls I was with didn't, so we headed off to gruffle some sugary fried awesomeness.

I love this city.