The one sided- argument

Another long day and I am painstakingly making my way home. It seemed like a normal day with not much going on, until a very drunk man boarded the subway and loudly told everyone around him that he was "away and was back now and if they had any questions to call his secretary." Two young girls giggled into their hands, and he winked.

He had a bottle of scotch in his pocket and was sitting on one end seat while leaning over onto the other two seats so no one could sit down. A very young, stylish Italian boy sauntered on, with his designer glasses, the music pumping wildly and stretched out in the seat across from this drunken man, who was as of yet not an angry drunken man. That would all change.

The young stylish Italian boy was chewing gum. And he was cracking his gum. Loudly. At the first crack the drunk asked him "why do you do that, crack your gum?"

CRACK

"Oh you think you are hot cracking your gum do you, stupid gum cracker."

CRACK

"WHY DO you do that, crack your gum!?"

CRACK

"Go ahead, crack it one more time cracker."

CRACK

"WHY ARE you cracking your gum, I hate gum cracking, I hate gum cracking crackers."

CRACK crack crack

"STOP cracking your gum you stupid idiot or I will come over there and make you stop."

The boy adjusts his already blaring music, and stretches his legs out, oblivious to the ranting across from him. The young girls are tittering loudly, and other passengers are stifling the urge to laugh and stare.

CRACK

"STOP CRACKING YOUR GOD DAMN gum …. GOD, you’re driving me crazy." Or driving him to drink another passenger mutters, causing more laughter.

CRACK crack

"OH YOU think you are cool do you?"

CRACK

"Oh that means yes eh?"

CRACK

"OH sure sit there and crack your gum."
CRACK

"That’s it I am getting off this stupid subway and your stupid gum cracking."

CRACK

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT"

CRACK

Suddenly there is silence for a few minutes, but the drunk is glaring angrily at the boy, who seems to have nodded off.

One last CRACK and the boy nonchalantly gets up, while the drunk still yells at his retreating figure, "WHY DO YOU DO IT MAN, WHY?"

A question that will never be answered.